Every Wednesday we ask our Brain Game contestants one interesting, thought-provoking or just plain quirky question. Their answers will be published anonymously in Young Post. Then readers can vote for their FAVOURITE answer. We will eliminate the contestant with the LEAST votes every week until we have a winner. The ultimate Brain Game winner will win a one-night stay at the new Disney Explorers Lodge with up to three friends!
Votes close at midnight on Sunday.
If we’re all transformed into food, then we wouldn’t have to worry about being eaten by humans. If I was food, I wouldn’t have feelings either, so it wouldn’t really matter what I was. For the sake of the Brain Game question, though, let’s say food can have feelings. Then I would be a carrot because I would be able to help feed animals (like rabbits) that humans won’t eat any more!
On Rick and Morty, Rick turned himself into a pickle, so that would seem like the obvious answer – but pickles are sour, wet, and small. If I was a food item, I would like to be big, and have everyone’s attention like I do in real life. I googled and found out there was once a 776kg pumpkin. That looked pretty cool, so if I turned into a food, then I would like to be the world’s largest pumpkin. Not because it might be good for you, but just because people notice it. Kinda like the Kardashians.
Pink bubblegum! Have you seen Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time? I wanna be something like her! Not only would I be able to shape-shift into any character I want, I’d be chewy and stretchable. That would be really cool. I would also smell incredibly sweet, what with my strawberry flavouring. Unlike other food, bubblegum doesn’t go mouldy too quickly, which is also a plus.
If the world is transformed into food, you might find yourself as rice. Not one grain specifically, but all kinds of rice; the rice on the ships of the great explorer Marco Polo; in everyday bowls; spilling out of rice-carrying trucks; and so on. Yet at any point, you’d only be conscious in one grain of rice. To free yourself, you must know every grain of rice, so you flit through them, 1,000 grains a nanosecond. As time passes, you inch closer and closer, but on that final day when you have finally seen every grain of rice, you realise that you can’t tell them apart.
A chocolate lava cake. If something hurts me, I burst into tears – just like a chocolate lava cake which bursts into gooey chocolate if you cut it with a knife! Also, chocolate lava cakes have a strong outer surface, but a soft heart. That’s me – I might look strong and hardy, but I’m actually very soft-hearted!
If the saying “you are what you eat” is true, then I’d be sushi. Other than the fact I eat so much of it, I have a lot in common with the stuff. It’s very likely that “udon” know me very well, but I consider soy sauce to be my “soymate”, because I add it to everything. I know it’s unhealthy but it makes “miso” happy. It's just the way I roll.
I would be a cute little marshmallow. Remember the innocent little ones in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2? I would love to be part of their marshmallow gang. You might argue a marshmallow’s weakness is heat. Well, heat’s actually good news to a good ol’ marshmallow. They can use it to change themselves into different shapes to get out of sticky situations. Also, marshmallows are tasty. I could sneak a bite of myself every so often!
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