You awake to the janitor viciously poking you with his broom handle as you lie drooling in the cheese puff art project. Contemporary art sure is delicious. The janitor promptly ejects you from the student gallery. What an interesting fellow! You could just punch his lights out and not feel bad about it! But you can’t do that because you’re a progressive person. Sadly, you slept through yet another class. Your last class session before noon is all that matters anyways. Today will be the day you ask your classmates out to lunch, so skipping the other classes is inconsequential. All those cheese puffs made you remember how hungry you are, so a small detour to the vending room couldn’t hurt. You hurdle yourself at your favorite snack container and scope out some munch material. A new snack called “Diet Like An Egyptian” dangles precariously before you, calling out your name softly in the foul of the air. You plunk your hard-earned money-dollars into the receptacle and engorge yourself upon this hunger reprieve bar. Ah it tastes like… Salty nickles. What the heck is with this taste lately? There’s like two things that taste like it and… Anyways, the energy from the snack surges through your body and fills your body with vigor. So much vigor that you sit down at the break table and rest your head. Whoops, you’ve already crashed. Dang energy bars! . . . . . . You awake in an Egyptian pyramid. What a wacky and unexpected turn of events! This is so cool! ...Why are you in a pyramid. This is getting really lame and stupid fast. Your urge to punch something has increased dramatically, but it conflicts with your progressive nature. Artists don’t punch people, they just make pornography on the internet and hit the world where it counts. … You having a sinking feeling that you are being watched. “Yo! What’s up, dude?” It appears that a hieroglyph has come to life and looks really smug. What will you do?