> Well, you’ve finally done it. You fell through the floor. Granted, it was Clover’s floor, so it’s hardly reinforced like yours is— not reinforced at all, actually. There’s hardly anything holding it up, but he’s just too lucky for his room to come crashing down around him.
> You don’t hold the same sway with the universe, and have tumbled into the basement, lying on your face and wondering what the hell just happened.
> You’re really not in the mood to get up.
> Well, you’ve gone through another lightbulb by keeping your lamp on all night again. Didn’t Crowbar tell you to stop staying up late and coloring? You don’t really follow orders well, do you? Oh well, you need to go down to the basement and get a new lightbulb.
> You open the door, flick on the dim light, and begin your trek down the creaky wooden steps. It’s a miracle these things are even holding up your weight. Oh wait, they don’t. You step on a weak board and your foot plummets straight through it, causing you to tumble down the remaining stairs and land on the ground with an “oof.” However you think nothing of it, springing right back up and dusting yourself off. Once you stand, you begin searching the shelves for the box of lightbulbs. You don’t notice your company until you nearly step on him. You blink, looking down at your foot hovering mere inches above his head. You retract the foot, leaning down to instead prod him in hopes of a response.
Sawbuck, what’re y’doin’ down here on the floor?
> You don’t even notice the large hole above your heads.
> You roll over, and blink at him, belly in the air.
1 WAS 100K1NG AT THE CE1L1NG. 1 TH1NK THERE M1GHT BE A CRACK 1N 1T. S0RRY.
> Your voice is nervous and forced, because how are you supposed to explain that you fell through the floor? Eggs is immature and talkative, he’ll spread it, and the whole mansion is going to find out.
> Itchy is going to find out.
> That is a doomsday scenario, and you will not allow it to happen, by any means necessary.