After taking more than a few bites, you start to feel sick. You're not sure this was a good idea. On the other hand, it sure is tasty! In fact, you decide to eat even more marshmallows!
You gouge and dig at the walls with your fingers or a fork or both or whatever implement this story happened to provide you. Shoveling the fluffy, whipped sugar into your mouth, you begin to feel a sense of satisfaction.
Sitting down next to the partially eaten marshmallow wall, your stomach begins to grumble, churn, and babble. Hoping to walk off the uneasy feeling, you stand up. Upon standing up, your stomach quiets and you entertain how to spend the rest of the day.
But wait! Just when you when you were about to start contemplating, you suddenly feel torn between heading for the toilet or heading for the hills. Either way, neither of your options look pretty.
Then you remember the matches in your pocket.
Do you:
Search your pockets for a piece of chocolate?
Sit back down, and go to sleep?
Remember your ability to regurgitate on command
Remember you have some Tums in your pocket and take a few?
Remember the advice your mother gave you:
[Succumb] (../madness/cthulhu.md) to the madness.