I paid mild attention to Robert head-butting the huge steel wall. Well, spinning in fire... he was basically using himself as a drill, without even damaging himself from all the friction. Not to mention falling flat on the rocky ground. I was looking around the cave, seeing cracks and torches still burning on the walls. The silence normally disrupted by water drops was complimented by Robert's breaking of the wall, introducing a gust of wind into the cave system. I faced the breach as Robert valiantly stood and checked the maze out. [i]Oh boy. "This is the part where I kill you!" -Wheatley, even though it's more of 'This is the part where I die.'[/i] I thought, slithering through the hole since I couldn't be bothered climbing.

For those of you not familiar with my roleplay, this point nearly killed my character. The hedges had poisonous thorns, and I ended up getting jabbed by one. I had to pray the same fate didn't befall on me, dripping slightly as a sign of sweating. Well, I assumed I was sweating, since why else would I be dripping more than usual then?