You wake up.
You go to the kitchen.
You get your favorite cereal, and a bottle of milk.
BUT SUDDENLY, YOU REALIZE, "OMG, WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOUSEKEEPER CONSUELA DO I DO? POUR THE MILK, OR THE CEREAL FIRST?"
You start to shake uncontrollably and start seeing weird flashing lights in the periphery of your eye, your kitchen starts to melt and the sun goes dark. You realize you're naked now, in a pitch dark room. You can see two tables (because of the conveniently placed lamp) in the far end of the room, one with a bottle of milk, one with your favorite cereal. You feel a bowl in your hands, and a silver spoon. You must make your choice.
What's it going to be?
You go to the kitchen.
You get your favorite cereal, and a bottle of milk.
BUT SUDDENLY, YOU REALIZE, "OMG, WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOUSEKEEPER CONSUELA DO I DO? POUR THE MILK, OR THE CEREAL FIRST?"
You start to shake uncontrollably and start seeing weird flashing lights in the periphery of your eye, your kitchen starts to melt and the sun goes dark. You realize you're naked now, in a pitch dark room. You can see two tables (because of the conveniently placed lamp) in the far end of the room, one with a bottle of milk, one with your favorite cereal. You feel a bowl in your hands, and a silver spoon. You must make your choice.
What's it going to be?