Deciding between the donut shop, the disco club, or the dinosaur exhibit, the deputy is torn. The sun is shining bright, the options are endless, and the existential dread is palpable.
Should the deputy choose the donut shop, where sugary delights and crippling self-loathing await?
Or perhaps the deputy should venture into the disco club, where the beat of the music is only rivalled by the beat of the deputy's anxious heart?
Or, if the deputy's heart still beats with a sense of wonder, they might consider the dinosaur exhibit, where ancient beasts and even more ancient existential dread await?