Something like a giant theme park looms in the distance, but your path is blocked by an angel with a flaming sword. Its appearance is so radiant that you can't look directly at its face. A green koala reads from a microcomputer in its hand. It states your name, the exact year, month, date, hour, minute and second of your birth, the location of your birth, the circumstances involved in your birth, the exact year, month, day, hour, minute and second of your death, as well as incredibly detailed information about the circumstances surrounding your death. You pinch yourself, but nothing happens. This is not a dream. "So," the koala says. "This is heaven. Do you wish to enter its gates?" You're just a koala bear. Why do I need to talk to you about it? YES NO Attack the angel Attack the koala