"Don't touch that!" Samuel said, throwing his sandal at Grace.
"What did I do this time?" She said, sighing with defeat. She didn't realize it, but she had just gotten her CLEAN hands on Jimmys favorite shirt.
"That's Jimmys most favorite shirt and nobody with clean hands is supposed to touch it. It's a rule here that we're all dirty." Samuel exclaimed.
"So you mean there's more than two of you guys?" Grace asked, kind of scared because these two people she already met were really fucking weird and she didn't want to get murdered with a flip flop.
"Oh yeah there's two more fellas that come and go through the cave, I don't know where they are though I kind of don't pay attention to anything that's happening ever I just like to run in the mud and play my mandolin" Samuel said, and we all knew it was true.
Grace decided to leave this guy alone and go deeper into the cave, wondering about the musteries it will hold for her.
After a long while of walked, Grace came upon a lone drum stick laying in the middle of the jagged pathway. She picked it up and before she could even have a thought, a different drumstick hit her in the back of the head, really hard I might add.
"What the fuck?" Grace yelled, turning to see who was standing behind her. It was a tan man with glorious hair that held secret powers. He looked pretty angry.
"I do not appreciate when people touch my things." The man said, stomping over to Grace.
"I own this part of the cave don't believe what Jimmy says, I am also powerful and super strong, just because I don't have a rat tail doesn't make me less of a person!" He screamed.
"Wait who are you? Why are you freaking out I don't even know what's happening." Grace said.
"My name is Daniel "Dan the man" "Dan always can" "No better man than Dan" Wagner." He said triumphantly.
It seems like everyone here is fucking insane.
