We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels Adam yelled out in pain, though he was mostly just whining, as Pet pulled at his arm. When he felt the hand drop his, he nearly panicked, wondered if he was to live under a stinky minotaur corpse for the rest of his life. But then suddenly the pressure was lifted, Adam taking large gulping breaths as his lungs filled back up, the weight gone. "Fuuuck. Thanks." He sat up, rubbed a hand through his hair as he looked about. "So where's this fucking horn then?" Expecting to see a plinth or chest containing a mythical trumpet, he wobbily got up and took a few steps about the room. The thought that Ludo could have just tricked him into a wild goose chase did come to mind, but he didn't want to give up just yet. Horn...horn....horn...horny...haha. No, focus. Horn... He scanned the room. After an embarrassingly long amount of time, his eyes rested on the dead minotaur. ...Oooooh. Pulling the dagger from his hip, Adam walked over and placed the blade against the base of the creatures horns. "Hold it still. I'm gonna cut it off. It...might smell." He began to saw back and forth, pulling at the bone. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean