You bring the Ritz wrapper to your friend Bob.

Bob is drunk. He jabs at you.

He hasn't had sex in a long time.

You block his blows with the Ritz wrapper. He slips against it and stumbles over you, falling down the stairs.


Bob emits a loud yelp and lays still.



Shit. What do you do?

Take Bob to the animal hospital.

Good riddance, asshole. Plus, I'm still hungry!