Then comes the most horrifying memory.
You see a uniformed Pig standing outside the Student Building. You'd always gotten along with the university police. So, you say, "here, Mr. Policeman, I got something for you." As you pull out your donut, He shoots you in the ribs. Pain. You kneel down. "damn, you think, I can just wipe this up... i can walk to the hospitol... And you're gone.
Something must be done.
It is now 10:00 at the local fraternity party. If your life plays out the way it did in real life, you will be gone at 2:00 something.