Upon further examination of your stomach, everything appears to be moving along – although your x-ray did resemble the inside of a congested shopvac.
“Would you care for a jolly rancher on your way out?,” a receptionist offers, causing you to brush past a startled urine depositor on your second trip to the restroom.
If you feel like making a trek westward now that you’re clear to leave, go to page 105.
If you don’t and think you’ve gotten into enough trouble already, go to page 142.
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