> go left
You take the left branch. As you round the corner, several dozen grues come in to view. You think to yourself. "Grues can't stand the light... How can they be here, in a well-lit corridor?"
> back away slowly
You begin to back away, but suddenly feel an unbearable urge to cough. Before you can attempt to muffle the noise, a large "Mhmph" comes out, and the grues all turn around. There's not just dozens of them... Grues. Thousands of them. All wearing sunglasses. They rush at you...
> this isn't looking good for me
No ****ing way. Never would've guessed.