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ook! Over there! A rat! And another! I think they’re getting married, and they’re the same gender!” The restaurant’s mostly Republican clientele immediately jump to their feet and begin to run around like crazy. “Gay rodent marriage. My family is ruined! I’ll never know the sweet love of a woman again!” yells one particularly histrionic patron. Soon the restaurant is empty, and you quietly slip out the back door, and find yourself back in front of the bookstore.

Good job wasting time, bucko. Go to 30.