Totally disregarding all previous movies, books, and stories you have heard of doing ANYTHING without preparation first, you pick up the flaming ball with your bare hands. It didn't burn in your hand thank god, so at least you're safe with that problem. You look around at your surroundings to see if anyone is watching. Somehow, no one has seemed to notice the thing you are holding in your hand. Not even the group of Smash players that usually get lunch around this time. It started to finally dawn on you about the possible repercussions of what you're doing.
As soon as you started to put the hand down, the glow of the smash ball started spreading onto your hands. Regret was filling your mind with full force now as you frantically try to separate your hand from the ball. You don't even have a car yet! You don't think you're ready to be stranded in a faraway land alone, fighting to go home or to save a universe!
At least, not without someone beside you probably.
Momentarily distracted by this thought, you end up failing to get rid of the ball. It had fully gone into your hand, looking like gloves if gloves glowed like a helicopter's searchlight on low. You figure you probably have a minute of a shock to go through before whatever happens happens, so you do still have a bit of a choice.
(Drag a friend in with you. She/he wouldn't mind being dragged in with you, right? Right?) - #26
(No, go in this alone! You can't force semi-force someone close to you to share this burden) - #27