A look of disappointment fills the drunks face, but he offers a warm smile and an understanding nod. Departing, he offers to buy you one final drink, which, in your inebriated state, you brazenly accept. He walks over to the bar, purchases a mead, and brings it to your table. He pats you on the shoulder as he departs, and offers you good tidings and best wishes.
After sipping your mead for a while, you begin to feel odd. Peering at the bottom of your glass, you notice a small purple flower, and immediately recognize it as a pentaglottis semperfurorem, otherwise know as the “rage flower” for its principle effect of placing those who consume it in a state of utter frenzy for several hours after consumption. Quickly realizing that you are soon to be overcome with overwhelming rage, and will lash out at any and all nearby people or objects, you rush upstairs to attempt to lock yourself in the room that you rented for the evening.
As you enter your room, you find, to your dismay, that the lock for the door is malfunctioning. You possess the tools and knowledge to temporarily jam the lock, but are not sure how much time you have until the effects of the rage flower fully kick in. What do you do?
James Shortly - Copywriter 