Tina's fingers touch against the edge of the desk and she starts to pull herself upwards, feeling hopeful that she might be able to fix her mistake before it's too late. She makes it halfway up, when a sharp stabbing pain hits her in the gut and she cries out, falling back to the floor and curling into a fetal ball, clutching at her gut. She cursed herself mentally for being so adventerous. She hadn't even gotten the thrill of a good hallucination. She cursed the program, too. With all it's knowledge, why hadn't it known that she was in the percentage of people who would have a fatal experience from the Snuffsparigus?

The truth was, the program could have let her in on the information, if Tina had bothered to poke around a bit more before generating the vegetable and chowing it down. The block of text describing the Snuffsparigus had a scroll bar, which would have lead her to another button, one labeled 'Factor Danger Ratio'. If Tina had clicked that, she would have been told that, due to her bio-chemistry and mental status, that the Snuffsparigus had a 97.9% chance of being fatal to her. Having not seen the scroll bar, the button, or the danger ratio, Tina was totally unaware of how much danger she'd put herself in until she'd come out of the hallucination.

The foam spilling from Tina's lips began to turn bloody as the Snuffsparigus continued to ravage her stomach, making her bleed internally. The jerking was slowing into more random spasms and Tina's eyes were having trouble focusing on anything. Her mind grew hazy and things began to grow dark for her. With a final series of spasms and a pathetic groan, Tina went still, her body sprawled on the floor in front of her computer, eyes staring blankly.