"Oh yeah?" you taunt back, suddenly feeling the tangible, weighty, oppresive silence clinging to you like a lead blanket, or your Uncle Frank who liked to give you those long, lingering hugs that compelled you to shower afterwards. Your feel your face flush red from embarrassment as Cletus just stares at you, dumbfounded, like he can't believe what an immense fucking moron you are. You shuffle your feet and look at the ground sheepishly, desperately wanting to break the silence but afraid of what other stupid things you might say.

"Oh yeah?" Cletus repeats. "THAT'S the best you've got? 'Oh yeah'?"

Suddenly, you feel a massive impact as a pile of rubble explodes from the wall and knocks you flat. A booming voice shouts "OOOOOHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHH!" and you look up to see the Kool Aid Man, standing in a hole he just punched in the wall, smiling stupidly as he looks back and forth between your prone, half-crushed form and Cletus, standing on the stairs with a brown stain growing in his trousers.

How the hell did he get in here? you think— after all, this is a secret passage, underground, in the middle of a mansion —but you don't get to finish the thought before the structural integrity of the passage gives way and crushes you all to a fine pulp.

GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING AND STAY AWAY FROM
THE PUNCH BOWL THIS TIME. I HEAR IT'S BEEN SPIKED.