Author Topic: You have thirty minutes of life left.  (Read 4549 times)

I would go eat another big, bad, burrito.

I'd become a crazy vigilante and hunt down bad people with bullets.
Because I wouldn't have to worry about punishment for doing good. I'm gonna die anyways.

Live like we'rei'm dying.

Go to the hospital and tell them what happened, they probably have a cure for this type of thing.  If not they can maybe buy me more time, and the data from my case would help those in the future deal with this.