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Agree to his terms
"Okay," you say, "I'll agree to your terms."
"Excellent! Meet me at this address at midnight."
Time passes...
You are standing in front of a big gated estate. You're about to buzz the intercom at the gate, but a man motions you from his panel van. You walk over.
"You're the new guy, huh?" he asks. "Okay, let's see what you can do. Break into the mansion and find the old guy. Demand Meathods from him. He won't have any, so you pick him up and turn him into a red streak."
"Um, a real one, or do you do it in post-production?" you ask skeptically.
"A real one. The, uh, actor has had a good life and wants to go out with a bang.
"Oh, okay. I know the feeling." you say.
With Meathod-induced strength you tear the gate apart and trounce up the long driveway. Finally you get to the door. you smash it open. Several armed security types try to stop you, but you merely fold them up into convenient bite-sized morsels for later. Finally you fight your way to the boss, an enormous guy with a rocket launcher. You quickly learn his pattern and grab his rockets for a daring reverse fire attack! It works, the boss soon explodes in a bunch of cool laser effects. You break into the bedroom of the old man and demand Meathods.
"They're in the freezer downstairs!" the man screams, "I'd have a servant get them for you but you killed them all!"
"That's not in the script!" you demand, "I want Meathods!"
Dejected, you sulk back to the man in the van and declare your failure.
"What? he asks, "You'll never work in this town again!" then he punts you. This turns out to be a mistake because you grab him by the sweetmeats and turn him into a fine red mist.
GAME OVER