She bends over and plucks out your eye. You scream as she pops out one of her own eyes and replaces it. You barely hear the background commotion in the background as you hold the bleeding side of your face that is now in darkness. The old lady sighs and pats your head. "Why give me so much?"

How do you answer?

• "It was the right and polite thing to do."
• "I didn't know how to say no."