After drinking the yellow vial, the fabrics of reality tear and you are pulled through a yellow- purple twirl and dropped into darkness. You awake green, soft grass, the sun kissing your skin. You sit up and take in a beautiful park. Suddenly, you hear a voice: "What's this hecking cute, little baby doing here with those cute people clothes on. Hey, lil' fella, where's your daddy at?" You turn around to see a two meter large dog talking to you. "A talking dog, that's some trippy shit. What's up dawg?" "Bad human", the dog barks "Who taught this foul language. It makes me hecking mad just to hear these words. Holy moly, you can talk! A talking human and I thought that was only science fiction. Hello lil humie, who's a good boy? Yes, who's a good boy?" He continues clapping his hand and saying "Who's a good boy?" for a while and then stops. He is looking at you intently and awaits a reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry. It just not everyday that you get to talk to some talking human. How did you even get here?" "Well, I come from a different dimension where dogs and human have the reversed positions. It's as weird for me as it is for you." A big smile expands across the dogs face: "Ahh, you're another traveler! That's nice. I just met a lobster dog just last week, I showed him around a bit. You want me to show around a bit?

What do you say?

A: Ah hell yeah, I wanna go on an adventure with a talking dog.

B: Nah, I think I'll check this place out by myself.