Murrit: Acquire more sweets and/or treats.

The CORPORATE DRONE keeps its suspicious eye on everything you do. Wish you had the necessary tools to tear this thing's guts apart and find out what makes it tick.

You settle for opening your rucksack, intent to get some sugary or acidic substance to yellow your teeth on. It's pretty much all you have, aside from a leftover sandwich and some juice you were hogging.