You walk through the door with the measuring tape, only to be met with two more doors, each with their own pictures as before.
One door shows a man with the tape measure loosely wrapped around his waist.
The other door has the same man, this time the tape measure runs from head to toe.
You turn around to find that there is no longer any door behind you.
"What the fuck?" You yell out loud. "Looks like I'm going to have to choose..."