You figure "hey if i can do 3 storeys and survive.. why not 50!".. You get into your car and drive to nyc.. the bigg apple..
Upon arriving you realise to your horror this is the first time you have ever been to nyc, and realise that "the big apple" was not simply slang.. the entire city is a giant apple.. you park your car in a giant seed gap and exit the vehicle.. looking around you you scratch you head, wondering what the hell you do next..
1/. Cartwheel to the nearest person, because if you live in an apple.. things have gotta be done in cartwheel form, surely. (Don't call me surely)
2/. Fall to the ground in hysterics and begin screaming and laughing until the appulance.. (apple equiv to ambulance) takes you to the nearest appotalisbi.. er, hostpital ^_^ i mean you're bound to find out more information at a hospital.
3/. Whip out a guitar and begin busking.. remeber you need money for food so you can head home and shit on those people from your window.. unluckily.. you only have a 2 string guitar.. hmm
4/. Scrape some of the walls for apple content and head home, it's still food.. so it's still good, thats your motto! (Welll its mine but you can have it, its on ebay right now actually.. going onto 6th bid, 10 quid for a phrase.. sweet)
5/. Wake up, it's all a dream.. and you took a whole bottle of blue pills last nite that some dodgy black dude in a trench coat gave you, jesus.. thats the last time i go to a swingers bar.. oh cool a red pill jar, *gulp*