THOUGHT EXPERIMENT #2

[Snypiuer]

You are driving late at night.

It is pitch black. Solid cloud cover. No rain. No moon. No stars.

You somehow find yourself on a small backroad that you've never been on.

Your car suddenly dies. You are plunged into complete darkness except for a faint light you can barely perceive through your passenger door window.

You look at your phone, no service.

At that moment, chain lightning flashes across the sky, clearly illuminating everything around you for several seconds, allowing you to notice that there is literally nothing as far as you can see in every direction except for a small, rundown 2 story house that you have, somehow, broken down right in front of.

When the lightning stops and all is once again black, you realize the faint light comes from the window in the top story of the house.

You use the light on your phone to make your way to the house.

It is dead quiet. The front door ajar. You enter. You call out, "Hello!? My car broke down, can I use your phone to call for a tow truck!?"

No answer. Your phone light starts to dim. You quickly look for a light switch along the wall. You find it and flick on the lights.

A harsh light bathes the interior and there, in the center of the room, glaring at you with the most unsettling leers you never could've even imagined are:

Willem Dafoe, Christopher Walken and Steve Buscemi.

They look unwashed, each wearing tattered wife-beaters, dungarees and worn, faded shoes.

Their leers turn to sly grins.

It becomes crystal clear.

They've been waiting.

For you . . . specifically.

What do you do?

[Peredhil]

Greet them politely, and ask again about the use of a phone.

[Harmonious_Echos]

Strip down and do the hula? I'd bet good money I could get at least a laugh...and laughter is a GREAT icebreaker.