Evil Riggs: Sonic, You wake to find yourself buried alive in a concrete vault, some
unfathomable distance beneath the earth. Scattered about your erstwhile
sarcophagus, you find a carrot peeler, pocket flashlight, eleven splintery
matches, a copy of "Cosmopolitan" from March of 2002, a facsimile door key
made at a Home Depot, and a half-pack of Bazooka Joe bubble gum. What do you do?

A: Sonic: Leave.