Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/Atlantis

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You gulp down hard on your Adam's apple, and gather all the virility you have in you. Gripping your trolley until your knucles turn white, you attain Man-in-Heat posture. You're about to ask that brunette out to a date in Atlantis.

You wake up in a room of white. Looking down, you see what you recognize as a hospital bed. Immediately, you freak out, screaming in your native Dutch, "JODEN VERBODEN!", until a nurse runs frantically to you.

"Mon Dieu!", she shouts. In her thick French accent, you barely grasp that you've been in a comatose state for an two days.

Looking closely at the seductive creature, with silky Ash Brown #24 by Clairol hair, you see... THAT DAMN BRUNETTE FROM THE STORE.

"You! How did I get here?!" You scream at her, demanding some answers.

She stares at you, agape.

"Don't you remember? You ran up to me, shoved me in my trolley, and wheeled me away into the night! We got soooo stoked, man. I ended up throwing up on myself, and you licked me clean because we didn't have any napkins. I didn't think Atlantis existed until that reel of coke, man."

"Drugs? Rowboat?" You question yourself.

"Look, just get me out of here. I need to finish shopping." You sigh.

Then all of a sudden, her face turns grim, and she slowly hands you a mirror. You take it, not knowing what to expect. Looking into the clear glass, clutching the plastic handle, you see your face.

"MON DIEU!" You scream, as it called for that, because instead of a face, you see...

*** You scream ***

But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Your move:

*Secret option!
Super-secret option!
Double super-secret option!