The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:
> Moo.
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} At End Of Road
} You are standing at the end of a road before a wooden building.
} Around you is pasture. A small stream flows out of the building and
} down a gully.
}
} > Moo.
} You are inside a building, a barn for a family farm. A small stream
} flows from it out the door.
} There is some tasty hay here.
}
} > Moo.
} You eat the hay. It is delicious.
}
} > Moo.
} I see no hay.
}
} > Moo.
} There is no more hay here.
}
} > Moo.
} Seriously, there is no hay. You ate it. Try something else.
}
} > Moo.
} You have taken a drink from the stream. The water tastes strongly}
} of minerals, but is not unpleasant. It is extremely cold.
}
} > Moo.
} The stream flows out through a pair of 1 foot diameter sewer pipes.
} The only exit is to the west.
}
} > Moo.
} At End Of Road
}
} > Moo.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
}
} > Moo.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
} There is some tasty hay here.
}
} > Moo.
} You eat the hay. It is delicious.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
}
} > Moo.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
}
} > Moo.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
} There is some tasty hay here.
}
} > Moo.
} You eat the hay. It is delicious.
} You are in a twisty pasture with dried manure, all alike.
}
} > Moo.
} Slaughterhouse Entrance
} You are outside the door of a large forbidding looking building.
} If you enter, you are likely to become somebody's lunch.
}
} > Moo.
} Inside Slaughterhouse
} You hear a sudden and brief sharp noise.
} Oh dear, you seem to have gotten yourself killed. I might be able
} to help you out, but I've never really done this before. Do you
} want me to try to reincarnate you?
}
} > Moo.
} Okay, quitting. Pass the ketchup.
} *** You have died ***
} In this game you scored 5 out of a possible 350 points, earning
} you the rank of Hamburger.
}
} You owe the Oracle a whole wheat bun, pickle slices, and a napkin.
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