“Sure thing!”

Michael took the car out of park, looked over his shoulder, and drove off. He was asked to make a left turn, a right turn, a three-point turn- all of which he did with ease. The tester jotted down some notes on his grading sheet. Things were looking pretty swell for Michael! Suddenly a deep rumbling came from Michael’s stomach. “Oh no”, Michael thought. “I shouldn’t have eaten all those extreme Doritos last night.” Michael stopped at a stop sign, jerking the car ever so slightly. He winced as the tester looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. Michael accelerated and continued down the road straight head. With every small bump it became harder and harder for him to control his flatulence. He had to do something- and fast!

Michael squirmed in his seat, tears starting to form out of the corners of his eyes. He drove down the street, trying to get in just the right position to relieve himself silently. “Vaht are you zooing?” Michael ignored the DMV man’s horrible pronunciation, and shifted in his seat some more.
With Michael’s last shift, he accidentally floored the gas pedal, and the Carrera darted forward with incredible speed and acceleration due to its amazingly powerful V10 engine with one zillion horsepower. The car went careening off the edge of a cliff. This cliff was in the setting the entire time, but it wasn’t really that important until now. The tester continued jotting down notes on his grading sheet as they plummeted to their doom.

-If Michael relieves his flatulence right now, turn to page 4.

-If Michael squirms in his seat and tries to release it discreetly, turn to page 5.