No time to stick around and try to explain what you were doing there with the walking, talking timebomb... you've gotta split! As the guards come for you, you reach into your pockets and pull out 2 Weebles. You place them on the ground and they start swaying back and forth. The guards stop in their tracks and begin to watch the Weebles. "Watching them... is so... peaceful. What... were we doing again?" "Who cares... just look at those cute things swaying side to side! I could watch them forever!"
As the guards look at the little Weebles with all the wonder in the world, you are whisked away on a wild whirl of a monorail ride. Wow! Way to work that withdrawal wizardry! You make your way to Georgia using the Van since your exploded pal probably won't be needing it anymore. Since you're not sure exactly where the hell in Georgia you're supposed to be, you start exploring. Your first stop is Columbus, Georgia - in particular, the Lunchbox Museum. You enter the place and are amazed at the wide selection of old and new lunchboxes. Then a gust of wind comes through the halls and you could have sworn that it made a sound that was something like... "search the lunchboxessssss. You'll find what you're looking for in lunchboxessssss..." Could there be a clue as to which individual Popeye's establishment you're supposed to be visiting in one of these Lunchboxes? Well there's only one way to find out... you're going to have to figure out which one (if any) contains this big secret. For some reason, you feel that this is just like that scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where if you choose poorly, you'll not live long enough to regret it. Yeah, you probably feel like that because you just read a sentence that I wrote which explains how you feel. So choose your lunchbox, but choose wisely.
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