You open the door to find a group of naked people sitting in a circle. One woman is in the center, arms flung wide, head tilted back, screaming to the ceiling.

After the door slams behind you, you realize you don't remember actually entering the room. You look back at the door. As you turn around you see that the naked woman is gone.

In her place is an elderly man, wearing a pinstripe suite. He leans on a baseball bat as if it's a cane. All the naked folk in the circle are staring unblinkingly at you. All together, in perfect unison they say "that's strike one."

The man walks over to you and offers you a box of cracker jacks. As he extends his arm he says "you'll never believe how great these can be! Here have some"

Do you:

Quietly take some cracker jacks to avoid angering the creepy nudist cult you've stumbled upon? Page 115

Turn around and try to flee this freak show? Page 1