So here's how it goes. You walk, or drive if you're cool, down to Giant. You go into the snack aisle and you grab about 20 packs of Ramen. I prefer Shrimp, Chicken, and Roast Chicken, but everyone has their personal preference. There's about four million flavors, give or take 3,999,985. Put it in a bag and you are ready to begin your quest.

Choose your own adventure!
If you want to go home, read the next paragraph.
If you want to go somewhere else, skip the next paragraph.

So you go home. On the way, you meet an ancient tribal warrior. He tries to throw his spear at you, but you quickly form a shield made of Ramen and the spear harmlessly deflects off of it. You kill the warrior by slicing his neck with the sharp edges of the flavoring packet in the Ramen. Unfazed, you head home and cook your Ramen. While the three minute wait progresses, you think about things. You realize that much can be accomplished in three minutes. The world becomes clearer to you and you discover the meaning of life along with a formula allowing space shuttles to accomplish overdrive.

So you call up a friend. You walk, or drive if you're cool, to your friend's house. You tell them you have Ramen and his or her eyes light up. You both know that this time is going to be much better with the Ramen. The three minutes of cooking begins. During this three minutes, you begin talking about things. People, events, and life in general. You have bonded greatly with this person, and if you're two members of the opposite sex, you might have even had quick, sloppy sex. If you're gay, you might have...well, we'll leave that up to you.

Now read the paragraph you didn't read just for shits and giggles. But if you're a Choose your Own Adventure cheater, you probably already did, didn't you?! You dirty bastard. Either way, you eat the Ramen, and you are fully satisfied. It cost you about fifteen cents!