Oh no. You passed out and cannot wake yourself in time to respond to the smoke coming under the door. Never mind how hot the doorknob is. Shanty Town is on fire and you are gonna be cooked if you don't wake up, you   schmuck! Dude! Wake up! This is not like in the dorms when some kid from Ohio would keep pulling the fire alarm to see that Mindy girl run outside in her lacy pajamas. This is the real deal. Wake up! Oh no, the gin has finally done you in. You are smoked like a Whitefish filet. You are done with this Choose Your Own Sick Adventure. You picked the worst series of choices ever. You oughta be embarrassed. Perhaps you will learn to appreciate the Virtues of Temperance in the next world. Thus you have reached... THE END