system
You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Apollo 18 Tribute Album, based on songs,first person,parser,They Might Be Giants
gpt
It's Tuesday, 7:39 PM exactly. I clock off at eight. Until then, I'm stuck at the checkout.

A lifetime of shyness by Joey Jones

Checkout (on the stool)
I'm sitting on a hard stool, back slouched, fingertips poised to grasp dog food cans and punch in numbers on the register. Really though it's so quiet I mostly just look out the window. The big clock above the intercom speakers ticks slowly.

Before me are the many aisles of the supermarket.
human
Burn button
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button)
I can just imagine the way the little laminate would crinkle and warp under the flame. I would you know, I really would.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
human
You examine the clock
gpt
The big clock never seems to move when I look at it. It says it's about twenty to eight.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
human
You examine the window
gpt
Outside the window, all I can see is somebody's Cadillac parked up close.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
human
You remove the button
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button)
I never take it off the uniform, I might lose it and then they'd make me pay for a replacement.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
human
Smoke
gpt
(the canned goods)
One day, when I'm all alone I might burn the whole place
down.

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
human
You examine the nurse
gpt
The nurse is a short, slim man, with the sort of face that can pull off looking deathly tired without coming across too badly: some men turn into almost skeletal trogdolytes, or the black eyes make them look like bare-knuckle boxers. This guy though, he just comes across as a nice man who doesn't get enough sleep.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
human
You look at the cigarettes
gpt
I never used to smoke. I just started one day, you know? Everyone else was doing it, and-- well, I need something to spend my money
on.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
human
You look at Cadillac
gpt
The cadillac is bright red and always seems to be sitting out there. Somedays I dream about taking it for a spin.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
human
You examine mildred
gpt
"Mildred", the name sounds like industrial malaise. She's prettier than all that. Well, I suppose she must be. Most of what I ever see of her is the points of her shoulder blades seen through the fabric of the ugly red uniform we have to wear. Except the MC on the intercom. I know for a fact he wears a suit.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
human
You look at the aisles
gpt
There are dozens of aisles in the Garden Mart. My eye catches on the fresh zucchinis.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
human
You examine the zucchinis
gpt
I can't stand zucchinis. When I was a kid we never had any money and all I remember being fed was different kinds of squash and canned food from the church.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
human
You examine lighter
gpt
It's a cheap plastic lighter. I use it for burning things when nobody's about. I bought it from this store. I didn't use my discount: they don't really like us using it for that sort of thing.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
human
You burn the zucchinis
gpt
One day, when I'm all alone I might burn the whole place
down.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
human
You look at the card
gpt
It's a small punch card. It gets put in a little slot when I
leave the store.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
You examine the aisles
gpt
There are dozens of aisles in the Garden Mart. My eye catches on the pork loins.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
human
You look at the loins
gpt
The Garden Mart even sells pork loins. I'm not sure I'd want to eat anything called "pork loins". Only pepper-steak could be worse. Or liver, I guess. Kidneys? Yeah that'd be pretty gross.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
human
Kiss mildred
gpt
Oh Mildred, I can hardly picture her face: her back is all I see. It's a very pretty back. I mean, from what I can make out. I
assume that it's pretty. I guess it could be hideous really.
There could be acne or something. No, I don't think that's true. I bet her back would be nice to kiss. Am I really thinking that? That's pretty weird.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
human
Smoke cigarette
gpt
One of these days I'm going to light up a cigarette and stroll right outta here.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
human
Hello
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
human
You ask Mildred about herself
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
human
Clock out
gpt
I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
human
Y.
gpt
It's Tuesday, 7:39 PM exactly. I clock off at eight. Until then, I'm stuck at the checkout.

A lifetime of shyness by Joey Jones

Checkout (on the stool)
I'm sitting on a hard stool, back slouched, fingertips poised to grasp cabbages and punch in numbers on the register. Really though it's so quiet I mostly just look out the window. The big clock above the intercom speakers ticks slowly.

Before me are the many aisles of the supermarket.
human
Clock out
gpt
I really can't leave early. Not that anyone would notice.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
human
Burn card
gpt
Aw, I need this for clocking out. I'll not get paid otherwise. But I totally would burn it otherwise.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
human
You burn yourself
gpt
I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
human
Burn nurse
gpt
I can't see any such thing.

I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
human
You check your inventory
gpt
I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
human
You remove the uniform
gpt
Here? Oh no! The very thought of it! I can barely stand to get undressed in the company of myself.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
human
Burn couple
gpt
One day maybe. But, um, not today.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
human
You examine the canned goods
gpt
I hate stacking cans. It's just so repetitive. Everything here is just so repetitive. Maybe it's a Tuesday. Maybe it's July. It could be a Friday in October. I just live out the same day with minor variations. Sometimes I focus in on those variations. Concentrate on the specific gradation of feeling. Mostly I just sit at the checkout.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
human
You get can
gpt
Nobody's brought any food to the checkout, and as much as I'd like to I'm not going to steal the canned goods.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
human
You buy steak
gpt
The surloin steaks aren't up to my usual standards.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
human
You buy the chicken
gpt
The chicken strips aren't up to my usual standards.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
human
You examine the peas
gpt
They sell packs of peas for 23 cents when you get three. I sometimes bring a few packs home for Mom. I don't really like them but Kid Blast loves spoonfuls of honey and peas.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
human
You talk to the nurse
gpt
I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
You examine the nurse
gpt
The nurse is a short, slim man, with the sort of face that can pull off looking deathly tired without coming across too badly: some men turn into almost skeletal trogdolytes, or the black eyes make them look like bare-knuckle boxers. This guy though, he just comes across as a nice man who doesn't get enough sleep.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
You talk to Mildred
gpt
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
Touch mildred
gpt
I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
You give the cigarette to Mildred
gpt
Mildred doesn't seem interested.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
human
Dance
gpt
I'm really not a song and dance kind of person.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
human
You talk to the couple
gpt
I'd rather not speak to either of them!

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
human
You go to the north
gpt
(first getting off the stool)
There is hardly anyone here, plus no supervisor...

I will have to get off the stool first.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
human
You examine the stool
gpt
It's a metal stool with a hard red faux-leather cushion.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
human
You examine the register
gpt
The register is covered in numbers and has a lever on the side for opening up the drawer.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
human
Punch numbers
gpt
I'm really not the violent sort.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
human
You pull the lever
gpt
The drawer springs open with a satisfying ker-ching sound, revealing lots of cash within.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
human
You steal the cash
gpt
I dream about doing that most every day. But I don't. But then...

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
human
You examine the drawer
gpt
The drawer has been sprung open. I'm not really supposed to be doing this when there's no customers.

In the drawer is lots of cash.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
human
You examine the wife
gpt
She's got pinched features from a lifetime of mean-natured suspicious. Her eyes have a way of looking down at a person even though her height means she's invariable looking up.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
human
You take the cash
gpt
I guess I could get away with it. Oh, no.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
human
You examine the window
gpt
Outside the window, all I can see is somebody's Cadillac parked up close.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
human
Steal cadillac
gpt
Maybe, maybe if I was all alone, late at night and I had all the right tools. Yeah maybe I could steal it.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
human
You get the cash
gpt
Or maybe yes? I don't have a supervisor.

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
human
You get the cash
gpt
No, the customers would see and report me. Not that they're paying any attention to me.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
human
You get the cash
gpt
With this kind of money, I could skip town, but where would I go?

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
human
You get the cash
gpt
Maybe my cousin Vinnie would put me up, he wouldn't mind harboring a fugitive.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
Wave
gpt
Reminds me of the time someone waved to me across the street. I plucked up the courage to wave back, but turns out they were waving to the girl behind me.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
human
You pull the lever
gpt
The drawer's already open.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
human
You get the cash
gpt
But Vinnie does have a huge mouth on him, he'd tell Aunt Pam and she'd tell everyone.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
human
You get the cash
gpt
If I was a fugitive I could do whatever I wanted. I'd steal somebody's Cadillac, I'd steal anything I lacked!

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
human
You get the cash
gpt
No, I'm too shy to be a fugitive. I don't think I can take the money.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
human
You get the cash
gpt
What would Mildred think if she knew I was some kind of thief? I couldn't take the money.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
human
You get the cash
gpt
But I've never spoken to Mildred, what does she care?

I really should leave.
human
You get the cash
gpt
I could, I could speak to Mildred or even that nice Nurse. But then, if I took the money I wouldn't have to speak to anyone.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You get the cash
gpt
Is that a good thing? I'm not sure. The choice just seems so irrevocable. Just the thought of it makes me feel a little sick.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You get the cash
gpt
No. I'm not going to take the money. But I know that there's a small part of me that would love to.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You get the cash
gpt
I remember the bravest thing I ever did, I was playing on railway sidings as a kid, and I heard the rails hum way before I saw the train coming. Without even thinking about it, I ran and jumped into rail side bushes.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You get cash
gpt
But that's not like stealing money, and besides, it was another three minutes before the train actually came. I was just overreacting.

I don't have to be here anymore.

I'm not hanging around here any longer!

I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
human
Burn button
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button)
I can just imagine the way the little laminate would crinkle and warp under the flame. I would you know, I really would.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
human
Burn intercom
gpt
I don't think the intercom system is flammable, but I guess it would go if I torched the whole building. I'd have to pour gasoline all over the place. It wouldn't be that hard to do, if I broke in at two in the morning. They don't have shutters, and smashing the glass wouldn't be that hard if I took a brick... Oh look another minute has gone by!

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
human
You talk to the Nurse
gpt
I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
human
Kiss Nurse
gpt
I mean, I've often thought about it. I bet he'd be quite nice to kiss, he's got soft looking lips. I wonder if he uses lip gloss? That doesn't seem likely. But then, he's in a caring profession, so it's not that out of the question. Is that a sexist thing to think? But I bet it would be nice.
Eww... the very though of it!

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
human
Burn card
gpt
Aw, I need this for clocking out. I'll not get paid otherwise. But I totally would burn it otherwise.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
human
Kiss couple
gpt
I can only do that to something animate.
human
You burn yourself
gpt
I'm not that kind of person. Am I? I hope not.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
human
Steal microphone
gpt
Oh I couldn't do that. I mean, of course I guess I could do that, but I won't.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
human
Burn button
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button)
I would you know, I really would.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
human
Scream
gpt
I could never be so loud or brash. That just isn't me.
human
You steal
gpt
(the canned goods)
Nobody's brought any food to the checkout, and as much as I'd like to I'm not going to steal the canned goods.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
human
Curse
gpt
I sometimes curse under my breath. You know, when I stub a toe or something.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
Steal nurse
gpt
Oh I couldn't do that.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
human
You turn off intercom
gpt
They're not something I can switch.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
human
You take the microphone
gpt
Oh I couldn't do that.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
human
You press the lever
gpt
Nothing obvious happens.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
human
You search drawer
gpt
In the drawer is lots of cash.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
human
You look under the drawer
gpt
I find nothing of interest.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
human
Kiss mildred
gpt
Oh Mildred, I can hardly picture her face: her back is all I see. It's a very pretty back. I mean, from what I can make out. I
assume that it's pretty. I guess it could be hideous really.
There could be acne or something. No, I don't think that's true. I bet her back would be nice to kiss. Am I really thinking that? That's pretty weird.

I really should leave.
human
You continue
gpt
I've never even talked to her. First things first.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You talk to Mildred
gpt
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You talk to Mildred
gpt
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

I don't have to be here anymore.
human
You talk to Mildred
gpt
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

I don't have to be here anymore.

I'm not hanging around here any longer!

I shuffle over to the exit. Another day done. Until tomorrow. One of these days I'll do something big for sure. But not today.
human
You examine Cadillac
gpt
The cadillac is bright red and always seems to be sitting out there. Somedays I dream about taking it for a spin.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks, 89 cents a pound," our master of ceremony continues.
human
Steal cadillac
gpt
Maybe, maybe if I was all alone, late at night and I had all the right tools. Yeah maybe I could steal it.

"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
human
Steal cadillac
gpt
Maybe if I was all alone I could steal it.

I spot the nurse, the one from the psychiatric hospital, the one that always buys his groceries here.
human
Steal cadillac
gpt
Maybe if I was all alone I could steal it.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!"
human
You talk to the Nurse
gpt
I know he works at the psychiatric hospital, he must be fascinating to talk to. Of course I haven't, and I probably won't.

Mildred starts her shift, 7:45 on the dot; she's sitting at the checkout right in front of me.
human
You ask Mildred about Cadillac
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
It's funny, we've both been working at the store for nearly six months now and I've never said a word to her. Actually, thinking about it, that's not that funny.

A married couple walk by, the older end of middle-aged.
"You're not worth the powder to blow you to hell," she says.
"I know dear," he says.
human
You ask Mildred about the Nurse
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

The married couple walk off into the canned goods aisle; the man secretively wiping his nose upon his sleeve.
human
You ask Mildred about yourself
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

"Fresh ground beef, 49 cents a pound."
human
You examine register
gpt
The register is covered in numbers and has a lever on the side for opening up the drawer.

"Delicious tender surloin steaks at 89 cents per pound!"
human
You pull the lever
gpt
The drawer springs open with a satisfying ker-ching sound, revealing lots of cash within.

"Fresh frying chickens, 29 cents a pound!" He's repeating himself. He must be repeating himself.
human
You get the cash
gpt
I dream about doing that most every day. But I don't. But then...

"Fresh frozen hot house garden peas, 3 packages for 69 cents."
human
You get the cash
gpt
I guess I could get away with it. Oh, no.

Our self-styled master of ceremonies ends on an incredulous note: "Juicy Florida Oranges: ten for 69 cents!"
human
You get the cash
gpt
Or maybe yes? I don't have a supervisor.

The nurse has got all his shopping done and he's walking towards me.
human
You get the cash
gpt
No, the customers would see and report me. Not that they're paying any attention to me.

The nurse turns at the last moment, checking out with Mildred.
human
You get up
gpt
Alas! It's not yet time to leave work.

Sentimental strains of a canned orchestra flow out the in-store speakers.
human
About you
gpt
I'm me, you know? I have to wear this stupid oversized red uniform with the little "Ask Me" button.

The couple emerge from the aisles to browse the cigar stand in front of me.
"...to err is human," the husband replies to something I didn't quite catch.
"Not in my book." She hits him with her handbag.
human
You remove the uniform
gpt
Here? Oh no! The very thought of it! I can barely stand to get undressed in the company of myself.

"Get some instant dog food," the wife says.
"Yes dear."
"It's for you, you mutt!"
And they split off in two different directions, her towards the meat counter, him towards the pets aisle.
human
You ask you about the kissing
gpt
(talking to Mildred)
I mean, there are many things I'd like to ask her. But I never have.

The string section of the canned orchestra reach new heights of inoffensive whimsy.
human
You drop button
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button)
Nah, I'm not allowed to leave stuff lying around here.

The nurse leaves the shop, bag in hand.
human
You show the button to Mildred
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button to Mildred)
Mildred is unimpressed.

Hmmm... it's time to clock out.
human
You throw the button at Mildred
gpt
(the "Ask Me" button at Mildred)
(first taking the "Ask Me" button off)
I never take it off the uniform, I might lose it and then they'd make me pay for a replacement.

I really should leave.
human
Y.
gpt
debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0