Hello Steve, I will now answer your question. Is your name Steve? Well it is now. I once had a friend who had the same dilemma, and the consequences of it were stranger and more horrifying than what I could ever imagine. It had all started on a Monday morning, when a couple of buddies and I had decided to go hiking in the nearby mountain range; ditching work at the local nuclear power plant. It was 'bout nine in the morning when we had first started our two-hour journey. 'Bout one hour into our journey, we had come across a homeless man at an intersection. At the time, we thought nothing of this, but now, I realize that it was the turning point in our trip - when things turn into the stuff of nightmares. The homeless man asked for a ride to Indonesia, as if he had somehow mistakenly judged our 1996 Jeep for an airliner. Of course we said no, and that his request was ludicrous. What we had not expected was when he pulled out what appeared to be a sharpened butter knife and slashed our tires, and then our driver Bobby's neck. The rest of us decided to make a run for it, but we were all captured by the homeless man and his dozens of crazed buddies. We were knocked out, and when we came to, I had found myself in a small shack, which I had presumed was the homeless man's living quarters. The rest of my buddies had died, and one of them, Joe, was still tied to me. The homeless man said that was spared because I had reminded him of Oprah Winfrey, which I'm still not sure how, as I am neither black nor a morbidly ugly woman. I was then taken down into the basement, where I watched in horror and felt a slight pang of jealousy as they were beating a toddler with a small mallet whenever he talked. It was 'bout 6 in the evening and I had felt tired and hungry. The next day I woke and found a day-old hot pocket in my buddy's jacket pocket. I took it and ate it, then escaped within the next hour with my newfound energy. It was then that the unattended nuclear power plant exploded, killing millions near it. I write to you now with cancer, and I will too be gone soon. And this is why you never eat a day old hot pocket.