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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Surreal, homosexuality,male protagonist,multiple protagonists,nonhuman protagonist,robot,romance,silly,SpeedIF Jacket 4,TADS,TADS 3,walkthrough
gpt
Praise for "Light Of My Stomach":

"I never imagined that sonnets could sink this low. Thank you for opening my eyes, game."
- Sam Kabo Ashwell

"The juxtaposition of harsh urban and harsher culinary imagery are what really made this work soar."
- S. John Ross

"I've played games that were touching before, but this one outright gropes you."
- Carolyn VanEseltine

"Is every damn object in this game (including the unnecessary PUTPBAD reference) some kind of badly-done psychological metaphor?"
- Colin Sandel

"Tastes like chicken."
- Tanga

"The story confused me a little until I realised that the giant atomic robot was the real protagonist."
- C.E.J. Pacian

"Probably the best game written from the perspective of a lightbulb." - Marius Muller

"If only John Quincy Adams were alive to give this a piece of his mind."
- Sarah Morayati

"The secret room was almost worth the struggle to open the secret door."
- Royce Odle

"Masterfully blends the intrigue of competitive eating with the excitement of two-fisted street justice!"
- Jennifer Earl

[press a key]
human
You press any the key
gpt
for SpeedIF Jacket 4.

It is dark.
human
About yourself
gpt
You are the principal lightbulb in this vast arena. You are currently switched off.

You feel the power arrive, though weakly, as it has always been these last few years. Nevertheless you have your duty.
human
You look at what you're carrying with you
gpt
You are empty-handed.
human
You turn on
gpt
You turn yourself on.

You find yourself shining especially on one Bob Bobkins -- a man preparing for the contest of his life.

[press a key]
human
You press any key
gpt
The John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome is the nation's leading competitive eating venue, and today it is packed. All eyes are on you and your opponent as the crowd waits impatiently for the match to begin.

The mayor is here, looking pompous.

Garry Garrison is here.
human
About yourself
gpt
You are Bob Bobkins, competitive eating enthusiast.

The mayor says "Welcome everyone, to the John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome, for the final of the 47th Annual Exotic Foodstuffs Eating Competition!"
human
You examine the opponent
gpt
Garry is your chief rival on the competitive eating circuit. You've never yet beaten him, but perhaps you can today.

"Sadly, this will be the last event we hold here - with our aging power station we can barely manage to light the place any more."
human
You examine mayor
gpt
The Mayor of Quincy is officiating today.

"But I see the kitchen staff are ready, so without further ado, let's bring out the first dish!"

There are loud cheers from the crowd.
human
You examine the dish
gpt
The word "dish" is not necessary in this story.

(If this was an accidental misspelling, you can correct it by typing OOPS followed by the corrected word now. Any time the story points out an unknown word, you can correct a misspelling using OOPS as your next command.)
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
You are empty-handed.

The contest officials give you some deep-fried Mongolian ocelot.

The contest officials give him some mashed Uzbekistani sloth.
human
You eat ocelot
gpt
You quickly swallow the deep-fried Mongolian ocelot. It tastes like chicken.

The contest officials give you some steamed Paraguayan sausage.

Your opponent eats the mashed Uzbekistani sloth.

The contest officials give him some grilled Hungarian mango.
human
You eat the sausage
gpt
You quickly swallow the steamed Paraguayan sausage. It tastes somewhat like deep-fried Mongolian ocelot.

The contest officials give you some baked Siberian lettuce.

Your opponent eats the grilled Hungarian mango.

The contest officials give him some boiled Venezuelan okapi.
human
You eat the lettuce
gpt
You quickly swallow the baked Siberian lettuce. It tastes similar to steamed Paraguayan sausage.

The contest officials give you some sauteed Faroese carrot.

Your opponent eats the boiled Venezuelan okapi.

The contest officials give him some pan-fried Congolese asparagus.
human
You look at the carrot
gpt
There's no time to stare at the sauteed Faroese carrot!

Your opponent eats the pan-fried Congolese asparagus.

The contest officials give him some roasted Saharan platypus.
human
You eat the carrot
gpt
You quickly swallow the sauteed Faroese carrot. It is reminiscent of baked Siberian lettuce.

The contest officials give you some roasted Saharan platypus.

Your opponent eats the pan-fried Congolese asparagus.

The contest officials give him some seared Liberian rhinoceros.
human
You eat the platypus
gpt
You quickly swallow the roasted Saharan platypus. It tastes somewhat like sauteed Faroese carrot.

The contest officials give you some steamed Tierra del Fuegan porpoise.

Your opponent eats the seared Liberian rhinoceros.

The contest officials give him some deep-fried Faroese leopard.
human
You examine mayor
gpt
The Mayor of Quincy is officiating today.

Your opponent eats the deep-fried Faroese leopard.

The contest officials give him some roasted Mongolian vulture.
human
You eat mayor
gpt
The mayor does not appear to be edible.

Your opponent eats the roasted Mongolian vulture.

The contest officials give him some mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros.
human
You eat the rhinoceros
gpt
(first taking the mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros)
Garry won't let you have that.

Your opponent eats the mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros.

The contest officials give him some seared Paraguayan sausage.
human
You eat garry
gpt
Garry does not appear to be edible.

Your opponent eats the seared Paraguayan sausage.

The contest officials give him some pan-fried Hungarian platypus.
human
You examine the officials
gpt
Contest officials scurry busily about.

Your opponent eats the pan-fried Hungarian platypus.

The contest officials give him some sauteed Siberian ocelot.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying some steamed Tierra del Fuegan porpoise.

Your opponent eats the sauteed Siberian ocelot.

The contest officials give him some boiled Tierra del Fuegan sloth.
human
About you
gpt
You are Bob Bobkins, competitive eating enthusiast.

Your opponent eats the boiled Tierra del Fuegan sloth.

The contest officials give him some grilled Congolese asparagus.
human
You look at your surroundings
gpt
The John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome is the nation's leading competitive eating venue, and today it is packed.

The mayor is here, looking pompous.

Garry Garrison is here.

Your opponent eats the grilled Congolese asparagus.

The contest officials give him some baked Liberian okapi.
human
You eat all
gpt
steamed Tierra del Fuegan porpoise: You try your best, but you just can't eat any more. It looks like you'll never be as good as Garry. He's like a machine.

door: The door does not appear to be edible.

baked Liberian okapi:
(first taking the baked Liberian okapi)
Garry won't let you have that.

Your opponent eats the baked Liberian okapi.

The contest officials give him some sauteed Venezuelan carrot.
human
You give the porpoise to Garry
gpt
He's too focused on the competition to pay attention.

Your opponent eats the sauteed Venezuelan carrot. You watch in awe. Wait, what's that on the side of his neck?

The contest officials give him some steamed Saharan porpoise.
human
You examine the neck
gpt
It looks like there's some kind of... flashing light... in his neck?

Your opponent eats the steamed Saharan porpoise. The light flashes as he swallows.

The contest officials give him some deep-fried Mongolian lettuce.
human
You hit the light
gpt
You cannot attack that.

Your opponent eats the deep-fried Mongolian lettuce. The light flashes as he swallows.

The contest officials give him some grilled Siberian vulture.
human
You turn off the light
gpt
That isn't something you can turn off.

Your opponent eats the grilled Siberian vulture. The light flashes as he swallows.

The contest officials give him some roasted Saharan mango.
human
You examine the light
gpt
You walk over to Garry.

"This man has a flashing light in the side of his neck," you point out to the officials. "He must be cheating somehow."

Garry stands up. You'd never realised quite how tall he was. He must be ten feet tall!

"He's not a man at all!" you scream. "He's some kind of... giant... robot!"

"Bob is correct," says Garry, in menacing metallic tones. "The man you knew as Garry is really G.A.R.R.Y., or Giant Atomic Robot, Revision Y. And if I cannot continue with my competitive eating career, my only alternative is to destroy your city!"

He bursts out through the door. You have to stop him!
human
Go outside
gpt
Downtown, outside the John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome.

A shiny metal phone booth sits here.

Garry the giant atomic robot is rampaging here!
human
You enter booth
gpt
There's no point trying to hide in there.

Garry swings a punch at you, but you duck.
human
You pick up the phone booth and kill Garry
gpt
Your physique has been honed by years of competitive eating, and you easily pick up the phone booth.

Garry tries to smash you with an atomic kick, but misses.

You land a mighty blow, but your unaided fists have little effect on Garry's robot body.

Garry stamps his feet angrily!
human
You throw the phone booth at Garry
gpt
You launch the phone booth at Garry! It hits him right in the head, smashing him to the ground!

For a moment he doesn't move. But then his eyes flash red! You've only made him angrier! He grabs you by the throat!

But suddenly Garry drops you again. "It's no good, Bob," he says. "I could happily crush anyone else to a pulp with my atomic hands, but not you. Don't you see that I love you?"

Actually you had not seen this. It is a surprise to you.

Garry bursts into tears and flees to the east.
human
Go east
gpt
This squalid dead end would be thought picturesque by any connoisseur of urban decay. You are surrounded by blank walls. Trash is scattered around.

But where did Garry go? He seems to have completely vanished.
human
You examine trash
gpt
One piece of paper looks cleaner than the rest, as though it has been recently dropped.
human
You examine paper
gpt
It is a poem written in suspiciously robotic handwriting.
human
You take the paper
gpt
Taken.
human
You read the paper
gpt
Oh Bob, thou eating champion of my heart
When I first saw thee stuff thy mouth with pies
I knew that we could never be apart
And took to verse to praise thee to the skies.
When I retire into my secret place
(The magic word for which is bibblebake)
I often think me of thy manly face,
And long to see thee cramming it with cake.
And yet, despite our common love of eating
I fear our wedding bells will never peal;
That never can we join in minds' true meeting
And share a grand-proportioned nuptial meal --
For thou art human and most fair of feature
And I, a hideous huge atomic creature.
human
Bibblebake
gpt
A secret door springs open!
human
Look around
gpt
This squalid dead end would be thought picturesque by any connoisseur of urban decay. A secret door lies open to the south. Trash is scattered around.
human
Go south
gpt
You have found your way into Garry's secret room.

Garry is hiding here, crying softly.
human
Kiss garry
gpt
You don't want to encourage him.

Garry puts a hand on your shoulder. You remove it.
human
Kiss garry
gpt
You don't want to encourage him.

Garry caresses your arm. You retreat.
human
You kill Garry
gpt
Maybe he is calm enough to talk to now.

Garry cups your buttock with a huge robotic hand. You step smartly away.
human
No
gpt
Garry does not respond.

Garry approaches you again. You hurriedly try to explain. "Look, it wouldn't work," you say. "You're a giant atomic robot, and I prefer women."
human
You talk to Garry
gpt
Try asking about specific things instead.
human
You ask garry about himself
gpt
"I am an atomic robot, but I have loved you ever since I saw you eat competitively," he says.
human
You ask Garry about the competitive eating
gpt
"I found I could succeed at competitive eating by directing the food into my fusion reactor," says Garry. "I suppose it was cheating, but if I can't eat competitively I don't know what to do with my life."
human
You ask Garry about the reactor
gpt
"My fusion reactor helped me win eating contests, but what use is it now that I have no purpose in life?"

"Wait a moment," you respond. "I think I have an idea..."

It is dark.
human
About yourself
gpt
You are the principal lightbulb in this vast arena. You are currently switched off.

You feel the power arrive, with greater strength than ever before. It can only be fusion power!
human
You turn on
gpt
You turn yourself on.

You shine out with an immense brightness, flooding the John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome with a glorious light: the light of fusion power.