You grin and tap the third option: A Stack of Pancakes So High It Became a Landmark.

The man tilts his head. Slowly. Very slowly. He leans forward and whispers: “That was real… once. But it collapsed under its own syrupy ambition.” He shakes his head, solemn. “A tragedy. But not the answer.”

The eyebrowed stranger mutters, “We lost a lot of good forks that day.”

The man gestures for you to try again.