My eyes begin to open very slowly, as I had more eye boogers than Donald Trump has money. I can’t seem to focus on anything in the nearly all white room I am in. As I try to rub my eyes, I realize I am tied down to a small, cold, metal table with no sense of where I am. I begin to panic as and attempt to break out of the extremely tight bright orange zip ties and cold metal handcuffs I am locked into. Screaming at the top of my lungs for help, I pissed off who was ever holding me as hostage, as I heard them scream at me to shut up. I hear the big white metal door creak open, and see an extremely tall and well built man, with short black hair, and a doctor’s mask on. My vision is starting to become more clear, and the first thing I was able to focus on was the clear trash bags full of what looked brand new Nike shoes as the mysterious man swung it down towards my face with more force than a pitch from Randy Johnson.
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Gazing across the room I see a small wooden table with an assortment of blade laying on it. As I creep closer to the table I notice the table is holding one, nine-sided rubik's cube. Over an intercom a monotone voice says, “You have exactly 12 minutes and 21 seconds to solve that puzzle. Without hesitation, I rush over to small dainty table. As I am rushing to attempt to solve the seemingly impossible puzzle, a door squeaks open. Before I could look up more objects had been dropped in the room; an old photo of my mom and I that had more wrinkles than a 90 year old smoker, one dozen perfectly trimmed, ruby red roses. Not even paying attention to the newly delivered items, I somehow managed to solve the rubik's cube with the timer reading 1:01. I sat there impatiently for about 15 seconds then began to shout at the top of my lungs, “WHAT’S
Gazing across the room I see a small wooden table with an assortment of blade laying on it. As I creep closer to the table I notice the table is holding one, nine-sided rubik's cube. Over an intercom a monotone voice says, “You have exactly 12 minutes and 21 seconds to solve that puzzle. Without hesitation, I rush over to small dainty table. As I am rushing to attempt to solve the seemingly impossible puzzle, a door squeaks open. Before I could look up more objects had been dropped in the room; an old photo of my mom and I that had more wrinkles than a 90 year old smoker, one dozen perfectly trimmed, ruby red roses. Not even paying attention to the newly delivered items, I somehow managed to solve the rubik's cube with the timer reading 1:01. I sat there impatiently for about 15 seconds then began to shout at the top of my lungs, “WHAT’S