Zacki and Crim stood staring into the dark hole which oozed green slime. Moths fluttered around the two in every direction as they turned towards each other, fear written across both faces, right hands clenched into fists. Tension grew in the room until it erupted with them shouting in unison,
"Rock, Paper, Scissor, SHOE!!!", both brandishing their weapons.
Zacki chuckled to herself, withdrawing her scissors.
Crim stood still, hand laying flat, shock overpowering her. With a quick turn she plunged her hand into the florescent goo, pulling out a long key. Zacki patted the shaky Crim on the back and headed off to watch her favorite static channel, 'Buzz Buzz Buzz'.
"Why couldn't we have just broken the glass?" Crim asked, wiping the sludge from her sleeve.
"That wouldn't have been any fun now, would it?" Zacki smiled with a sinister grin.