Start thinking angry thoughts, trying to hate everybody and screaming angry things. Expect to have already become angry by the time hospital staff arrives.

In a fit of rage you rip the heart beat thingy off your finger, causing the beat to stop and a long "BNNNNNNG" noise to emit from the thing. Staff rushes in, panicked expressions on their face. Seeing you awake and your monitor disconnected, they breath a sigh of relief. A rather buxom nurse sights and politely says, "can we get you anything dear?"

You are turning red with frustration. "The bing noise upsets me. Get me one that makes a ping noise."
"The...heart monitor?"
"DID I STUTTER?! OFF WITH YOU!"

The staff leaves the room suddenly, a rather young one saying an obscenity under her breath.

Follow the staff!

You follow the staff, as if they were a metaphorical 'yellow brick road.' They quickly catch on and stop mid-hallway. "hi." The young one says slowly.

Make sweet, passionate love to her, right there in the hallway.

you go in for the kill - and as your lips come close to hers, you fall forward on your face. No offense bro, but you're kinda a mess right now and lack depth perception. WHich is possibly a permanent condition

Attempt to kill yourself.

Succeed at attempting to kill yourself.

You suddenly take a syringe and go to stab yourself in the heart. Who knows what's inside it or what meth addict it was shot into last.

However, your depth perception is worsening, and instead you stab the young nurse. People start screaming as they rush her away to administer help.

You are quickly incarcerated and thrown into the back of a cop car. The two cops are standing out in front of the car, talking.

Ask to see a court appointed lawyer. And proceed to bash head into the window.

No one can hear you scream inside the cop car, and they definitely aren't paying attention to the tantrum tantrum you're throwing.

Someone on the third story has a phone out. Must be taping you to post on YouTube later.

When the cops return tell them calmly that you didn't want to do all that and that you're very sorry. And that they will get 2 cheesesticks each when they let you go.

Waive your Miranda rights, and state that your 5th and 6th amendment rights are currently being violated by the police.

In addition to cheesesticks, offer them a cut of the money you've been misappropriating from the company.

Before you can open your mentally retarded mouth, you hear a crash of glass above you. Straining your head to see out the back window, you notice a silhouette in the sun. Coming out of a top store window, shards of glass glimmering around him, was a man on a motorcycle. He landed harshly beside the cop car, causing the ground to tear apart beneath him. He punches the steel frame of the cop car and his fist goes right through it in a hole big enough for you to crawl out of.

"Get on." He says in a low raspy voice. You can't help but notice the superfluous scars that cover his face, his long but well kept hair and beard, or his throbbing biceps. His clothes are ragged but durable, and everything seems to have a purpose...a utility belt with several knives hanging from it...a wrist protector for the crossbow on his back.

Without hesitation you get on the bike behind him. You ride off into the distance, the police officers firing their guns in your direction, but luckily for you they all miss, save for a single bullet that coolly grazes the cheek of your new accomplice, causing a small line of blood to seep out.

You ride for several hours before he suddenly veers off the highway and into a flat, desert land. As if forgetting you are there, he leaves for a second, returning with tinder. He sets it in a pile and begins to light it with flint and steel. Once it begins to smoke he sits on a nearby rock and stairs at it. It has gotten dark by now.

Stair at the smoke too.

Sit in the fire.

Throw the man into the fire. Cook the man. Eat the man.

You sit next to the man and stare at the fire. He looks at you, you content at looking at the flames licking the kindling and sparking into the air. He clears his throat. You ignore him. He groans derisively. You ignore him again. "You look like an idiot staring at the flames like that," he says finally. You, mesmerized by burning things, jump at his accusation.

"But you were-"

"No, don't say it. I was not staring. I was stairing." he responded. You look at him blankly. not able to grasp the difference. He sighs and pulls out a can of beans. He places cuts the opening with a knife, and sticks it in the fire. The flames grab his hands, but he doesn't even twitch.

Shove his face into the fire.