You are a weird-looking Dr Seuss character. Sam-I-Am has just convinced you to like green eggs and ham. Now he is attempting to get you to try the rest of his crazy fad diet. "If you don't eat that, I'll be mad at you," says Sam. "And then you won't want any more green eggs or ham." You say nothing. You can't think of anything to say. > You say "I don't want more green eggs and ham. I'd rather have a can of Spam." Sam looks at you in surprise. "Spam?" he asks. "Yeah, it's... it's what we eat here on Earth. It's not good for us, but sometimes we're too hungry to care." > You say "I'm not from Earth. I'm from Flurken and we don't like green eggs and ham." "Oh, well, then you must love Spam!" exclaims Sam. You shake your head no. "No. We eat meat." Sam looks surprised again. He gazes at you curiously. > You bodyslam Sam-you-Am. He stumbles back a few steps. Then he laughs. "Well, you do look funny," he says. "I'm not laughing at you," you reply. "But if you don't stop trying to talk me into eating green eggs and ham, I'm going to start kicking your ass." "Okay," says Sam. He smiles. "I guess you would." "You better believe it," you growl. Sam shrugs. "So what's your name?" > You say "Sir SpamAlot." "Oh, that's a good one! Sir Spamalot!" laughs Sam. "Shut up." "That's not very nice," says Sam. "It isn't? " > You ask Sam if he will help you take down the corrupt administration that runs the green eggs factory. "Sure," he replies. "Let's go." "Where?" "The Green Eggs Factory." "What's there?" "A lot of green eggs." "And where is this factory located?" The factory is located near the east west of Summersville. "Is it in town?" "Yes." "Can we walk there now?" "We can." "Will you come with me?" "Of course." "Then let's go." You and Sam drive in slow motion to the factory . The place is huge. There are hundreds of workers, most of them women, all wearing heavy protective clothing and breathing masks. They are stuffing green eggs into metal molds, using long tongs to pull out the finished product. This looks suspect. Sam grabs a molotov cocktail. "Wait," you say. "Are those eggs safe to eat?" "They're perfectly fine," says Sam. "They're just made of eggs. And they taste great!" "I don't know..." You realize Sam is a double agent for the enemy . He's working for the people who make the green eggs and ham. "I don't think so," you say. Sam nods. "I thought you might say that." He throws the Molotov cocktail into the building.