I try to use the walkie talkie one last time before chucking it into the ravine. Someone had definitely eaten the batteries, that much I knew for sure. Actually, there'd been little pieces of battery bits all over camp, so probably everyone but me had eaten the batteries. "But wouldn't that have made them super sick?" I think to myself, before realizing I'd slipped into one of those pockets of dark matter that you can use to grant yourself infinite wishes. I thought about wishing for more batteries before remembering I'd thrown the walkie talkie into the woods. "Wait, I can just wish for another walkie talkie, duh!" I say, realizing that my life had just gotten a whole lot cooler.