Ignore pumpkin and keep walking
From Create Your Own Story
Giving up your Volvo for lost, you decide to hoof it the rest of the way.
Before your beefy legs can even jiggle three steps forward (too much JIM'S BARBEQUE?), an ethereally bright, yellow sign hits your eye. The desire to eat your fill, which must be a hefty sum of meaty, sauce-covered goodness, starts to consume your mind.
Salivating madly, you stumble on, to finally reach the coveted barbeque that has all of New Jersy all topsy-turvy.
