psssst (the chef looks around, makes sure noone is looking. nervously lights a cigarette and takes a few quick puffs. puts it out. lights another one) listen close your life may depend on this (checks the door again to make sure it is locked, paces the room) stay away from trivia it feels like harmless timepass at first. you go in, you have some fun, no worries, right? you are so fking wrong. pretty soon, you will be memorizing the answers, trying to beat these other idiots (go get a life, damnit, and leave the trivia to me) and get into the top 10 and its so hard (sob) its like a drug ive been trying to give up but its got a hold of me (loud knocking at the door. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON THE KEYBOARD says a voice. the chef looks agonized, yet at the same time there is an eerie look of relief on his face) #whispers# see? im dead. no hope for me. but you are still safe from their clutches. stay away