(Sorry I missed voting on the last two instalments, Jen!)

Jen, you be the solitary judge and jury as to my survival.

Going very deeply into myself… I will be singing, ‘Heroes’, by David Bowie, in French, upon arrival; its on my life’s soundtrack; my happy place; my friends from the orphanage are there…

If these ne’erdowells love Bowie or speak any French dialect – It’s all good! If not, we’ll set their $5:00 dollar asses down and make change 🙂

–Moi, je souhaiterais que tu nages
Comme les dophins, les dophins savent nager
Bien que rien nous gardera ensemble
Nous les vaincrons, les vaicrons jamais
On pourrait tre hros pour jusqu’ jamais

Moi, je serai un roi
Et toi, tu seras ma reine
Bien que rien, rien ne les chassera
On pourra tre hros pour jusqu’ jamais
On pourrait tre nous pour jusqu’ jamais

Je, je me rappelle – je me rappelle
Debout, prs du mur – prs du mur
Les gardes tirant
Au del de nous – au del de nous
Et on s’embrassait
Comme si rien ne tombait – rien ne tombait
Et la honte tait de l’autre c
Oh nous les vaincrons, nous les vaincrons jamais
On pourra tre hros pour jusqu’ jamais

On peut tre un heros
On peut tre un heros
On peut tre un heros Pour jusqu’ jamais

–lp

A. We are dead anyway, so we might as well raid the dorms for any leftover recreational drugs and booze. Go out blazing, I say.

I am not a number, I am a free man!

B. We need information… information…. I am number 2. Who is number 1? You are number 6…

a. Go to the dorm and have a follow up chat you had with lieutenant sexy that started, “if you had just one hour to live before you were eviscerated by demons …”

b. Go to the lab and find something that brings you to your happy place. Drink any fluids that are florescent, and enjoy the high. Avoid anything brown or yellow.

Clearly A is the better option. Barring the distant possibility that they may be creating a better KY in the lab, the dorm is going to have better facilities for pre-death pleasure.