Not only me.
Everyone else was out cold too — humans, aliens, the guy in the corner who looked like someone glued a cactus to his face. I was the first one to blink back into the world, which is suspicious because usually I prefer dramatic comas.
I looked at Stronges. "Did you say the easy mode of Nano Bites? That was their easy mode?"
"Yes."
"Then are they god in hard mode?"
"No. They are God in impossible mode."
"There is an impossible mode too? That's not a video game, madam."
"No jokes. You couldn't even handle the easy mode. You have no right to comment about their impossible mode yet."
She was right. My moral authority was revoked by a foot-sized toaster.
I still couldn't believe a tin can hit me and I fainted like a melodramatic plant. I shook my head, stood up, and announced the cardinal law of existence: "I don't know what time it is but I'm hungry."
"Then go outside and hunt."
