I proceed down the street in search of a better equipped kitchen all while dancing down the street fist pumping skyward with the two cans in my hands.

You walk down the street, peering into the windows of every house you pass in search of a properly equipped kitchen. Before long, you find one in a house that at first glance is like the others--no cars and no signs of inhabitants. However, from the window you see a number of cardboard boxes on the floor, some of which are opened but most are not. One of these boxes is unmistakably a box for a brand-new microwave, and indeed, on the counter it lay. Its slick surfaces, still covered in the protective plastic film, catch the moonlight as you peer at it.

I rub my hands in glee! I am so hungry cant wait to cook these two cans! i check to see if any of the doors are unlocked.

Unfortunately all the doors are locked.