"You shouldn't have said that..." says a strange and mysterious voice.
"Wha... who are you?" you say.
A levitating Space Construction Vehicle appears from nowhere and floats just in front of you."SCV of Death good to go, sir," it says.
"Um... what... WHO ARE YOU?"
"Didn't you listen to Pikestaff on the first page? She said if you left and didn't come back you would be stalked forever by the SCV of Death. That's me. You're not from around here, are you?"
"Um... no," you say. "And I'm stuck in Pikestaff's World."
"Well, that's obvious. Unfortunately for you, you can't escape, unless you really want to be tormented by me for the rest of eternity."
"Yeah, right," you snicker. "How can you torment me?"
"Oh... I have my ways..."
"Try me."
"Well, okay... but don't say I didn't warn you...I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY
I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY
I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY
I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY
I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY
I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY..."
"I CAN'T BUILD IT; SOMETHING'S IN THE WAY... stop? Well, okay. But that's what you will be hearing for the rest of your pathetic little life... and beyond... if you try to escape. And next time it might be worse. Next time, you might have to face... THE FIREBAT OF DEATH!!"
You know little about SCVs, except that their southern accent can be unbearable, especially when they say... well... yeah, that. However, as bad as SCVs, if not worse, are Firebats and their tendancy to say... no! You won't think of it!
"Oh yes, the Firebat of Death... and he likes to say... SLAMMIN'!"
There is no way you are going to be tortured like this. You will just have to find another way out. With a sigh of defeat, you turn around and head back through the dim haze. As you go, you can hear the SCV of Death yelling behind you, "I told them I was claustrophobic; I've gotta get out of here!!!!"
Admit it-- you're stuck. Now get back here where you belong.
