Time for the gun show.

Who even is this golden goofball? You have no interest in whatever he's selling. Giving him your best glower, you tell him, "Take a hike, pal."

He gives you a long suffering look. You've seen it before, on all your teachers actually. "My friend, I promise you. You don't know what you're passing up!"

You don't care, you just want this guy gone. You draw yourself up and square off with him. For no other reason than you've seen tough guys do it in the movies, you roll up your nonexistent sleeves and flex your mediocre biceps. You look foolish.

You begin to advance on him. "If you're not out of here by the time I count to 1..." you intone.

Foolish or not, it has the desired effect. "Well, I can you see you're busy. Don't let me keep you!" He stammers out nervously and takes off down the hall, leaving the curtain wide open. You're actually a little surprised that worked.

Well, you got your rocks off and had a nap, but now it's time to get back to.... What are you supposed to be doing again? You look around dumbly hoping for inspiration. Nothing comes to you. You suppose you could go off looking for that blonde hostess. That seems like a lot of work though. You could wait for that waitress to come back. You're already bored of that. What to do?

Wait! Weren't you supposed to have a guide? What was his name again? Mister Abe? Abelard something? That doesn't sound right.

"It's Able Master, doofus." A voice startles you out of your reverie. You look out past the curtain, no one's there. You look both ways down the hall. It's deserted.

"Up here, Sherlock." You turn around and look up. Mounted to the wall like a trophy is a horse's head. That definitely wasn't there before! You stare at the head pondering when it turns to you and speaks again. "It's not polite to stare, you know."

"Waah! You talk!"

"Yes, I do. Your powers of observation are unparalleled." He snarks at you. "I'm your guide, Able Master. You called me here. Poorly, might I add."

"I did that? So why are you just a head?"

The horse whineys. Is it laughing at you? "Did you think a whole horse was going to fit in here?"

He has a point. "Ok, Mr. Guide. What do I do now?"

He sighs. "The short answer is 'anything'. You can do or be whomever you want. Just focus, concentrate and it will happen."

"Wait, really?"

He rolls his eyes at you. "Yes, genius. Use that wet noodle you call a brain and just think!"

You stop to contemplate this for a moment. You can be whatever you want? Can you be smarter? Think of something clever to say!

"Stupid horse!" Nailed it.

Able rolls eyes again and snorts. "Genius." He drawls. "Look, you want a suggestion? See beyond your carnal desires. Is there anything else you've wanted to be? What did you want to be when you were a kid? Just use your imagination. There will always be plenty of beauties to slob your knob regardless of where you are."

You tap your lip as you consider the questions. "Well, when I was little, I wanted to be a dinosaur."

The horse sighs. "It's going to be a long eternity..." He turns to you again. "Here kid, I'll give you a couple of places to start, you just need to fill in the rest. Keep in mind though, if you don't control the Universe, it will interact with you randomly. That's fine if you enjoy that kind of thing, but if you want control you need to take it."