So here I am again. A cold, dark, damp cave full of murderous lunatics.
Great. Just great.
Take a vacation, they said. It'll be fun, they said. You've never seen speleothems like these before, they said.
Wrong! This isn't fun at all. And those are speleogens!
Go further in. Away from the others. Deeper? Deeper?
Deep into the cave I wandered away from the rambles of murders and ponies. Further and further down until the faint sounds of bronies dare not reach and the only sound is the dripping of water from stalactites and my own heartbeat. Oh and the voice.
Do as I command. Make my list. Carve it upon the wall before you. Do as I command.
I wave my hands and shoo it away. I know already. You don't have to keep repeating yourself. I reach deeply into my fanny pack (mandatory equipment for any tourist I was led to believe) and draw out my handy chisel and hammer.
Those simpletons will never see it coming. It's brilliant! My hands work rapidly. Words swiftly flow upon the wall - etched for all to see. Oh I'm much too clever! Much much too clever!
The Voice definitely agrees.
But slowly from the corner something draws closer. The light from my damp lamp reflects from its metallic surface illuminating the wall ahead of me. Before I can even turn around it's upon me - its cold metallic finger pointing accusatively.
LIAR! LIAR! It screams. Sirens scream - I cover my ears and drop down low.
So loud. Why so loud? I can't hear the voice if you're so loud.
The others come running and soon my quiet little damp corner is a buzz with the chatter of everyone. Accusations being thrown right and left. All the while that robot keeps screaming.
Why so loud? I can?t hear the voice if you?re so loud.
I scramble to my feet and defend myself to the metallic cacophony. It wheels upon me more furious than before.
KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
The chant never ends. I fall back down and cover my ears.
He's so loud. Why is he so loud? Where's the voice gone?
I finally look up again. There they stand. Rocks in hand. The metal one points furious at me again and the sound of rocks upon flesh drown out everything. My quiet corner is filled with a deafening sound.
And then it stops.
Good Job.
Ah there's that voice again.
[HEADING=1]I WAS THE SPY LAWYER![/HEADING]