Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/talkme

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"Who are you?" you say aloud, even though no one is there.

I am (unpronounceable)... a strangely creepy yet eerily calming voice answers. But my friends call me Peggy.

"How could you be called Peggy? You're a guy!" you respond. The voice fills your head again. Just shut up and listen, okay?

It's not so calming anymore.

I am the controller of your very being, your existence, your future and past and present... your life...

"NO! You can't be! It's not possible!" you shout. The person in the phone booth opens the door to hear you talk to yourself crazily.

Ah... but I am... the voice says.

"But HOW?!??"

Because, Luke.. he says, even though your name might well not be Luke, I. AM. YOUR. BRAIN!!! MUA-HAHAHAHAHA!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" you scream. You shout. You shriek. You twitch. Basically, you completely spaz out. The guy in the phone booth takes one look at you and carefully edges toward you. He gives you a card and says, "Dude, you definitely need some radical treatment."

Ignoring his painfully outdated slang, you stop going ballistic to read the card. It says: "Doctor What, MP." You look at the fourth wall and say, "Meh. What's a guy to do?"

*** You go and see a shrink. ***

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!