You do not eat the food.

Hmmm. You sniff at the lasagna. It smells strange. Certainly not any lasagna you’ve ever smelled. Almost has a strange chemical smell to it. But what do you know? Huh? HUH?! YOU’RE JUST A LOUSY DOG. Well, anywho, Betty notices your behavior. “Not hungry Jenkins? Well then, I guess I’ll just put it in the refrigerator for later.” Before she puts it in, she takes one bite. “Mmm!” she says. “Delicious! Just the way Margaret makes it!” Then she sticks the dish in the fridge. “I’m going to pack a few things for Howard and head back over to the hospital, Jenkins dear.” She exits the kitchen. Several seconds later, you hear a thud.

Quickly, you scurry out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. There on the floor is Betty, clutching her abdomen.

“Ohhhh,” she moans. “It hurts. Help me Jenkins! Help!”

Quick, Jenkins! Remember your training! There’s a cordless phone next to the bed!

1) Dial 9-1-2 on the phone.

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2) Dial 9-1-1 on the phone.

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3) Dial absolutely nothing. Just stand there and look all helpless. Like you've never had any training at all. You can even lick Betty's face.

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