@BS are you planing on doing everyone in SYM?
I'll brobably get tired long before that.

But, as I am bored at the moment, ............................
BS gathered his strength for yet another climb up the tunnels. Ever the optimist, he was convinced that he was closer than evr to his goal.
Peering over the floor, he made out a quite normal looking room. This seemed to be a welcome respite, even if he did find no sign of the object of his desire. But something did catch his eye, a rather large black book. From the size of the thing, he could imagine page after page of phone numbers. reaching out, he opened the book, and, yes, he say dozens of female numbers. Excited, he began to memorize them,.....oh, wait, what is this? all 900, 976, of the regular blow off fake numbers....hey, that one was the ghostbuster's number. disgusted, BS replaced the book, wondering why anyone would bother to give 4 stars to an all night party line.
Well, nothing else of note, so he had just decided to head back to the tunnels, when the door crashed open and in walked.....what the hell is that?
A young man came striding confidently through the door. The figuer was wearing a garbage can, with wholes cut out for his arms. Atop his head, a helmet, wel at least BS supposed that the kettle was supposed to be a helmet. The figure strod forth boldly, waving his weapon, a plunger from the looks of it, and using the lid of the garbage can as a shield. All sorts of strange things spewed from his mouth, thee's ,thous, poxes, for honor....ah....
Sir Nippy, the Paladin had entered the room.
It soon became apparant why the young man was fully....armored. A small spider lowered itself from the cieling in front of the young man. Uttering something to the effect of..Thy time has come oh foul beast, prepare for thy thrashing, Nippy began to swing his mighty plunger.
Within moments, the room was a total wreck, with one wild swing bringing a bookcase down upon the paladin, leaving him lying in the floor, the plunger firmly stuck to his head. As if in disgust, the spider slowly lowered itself to the floor and scurried of.
As Nippy began to extract himself from his situation, evidently unaware of the plunger on his head as he searched for his "trusty blade", BS lowered himself back into the tunnels.
This was getting weirder and wierder by the moment. But, on he would go, his prize was to great to be denied him. Besides, surely he could see nothing as strange as what he had seen in the past few days, surely the worst was over.....right?
BS whistlked as he wandered down the next tunnel.....
