I would call all the cute bi chicks and bi-able (meaning "needs encouragement") chicks I know and **** them hard in a wild orgy. After which I'd probably leave because important moments are best experienced in solitude. I'd probably do some heavy thinking, and wonder if there is any purpose to all my thoughts if I'm about to die and if I'm not better of ****ing, and then my mind would go overtime analyzing the ontological implications and whether there is any true difference in state from a non-objective reality. I'd probably go back and **** some more.