"Magnificent statues and beautiful hieroglyphics? Whoever built this place had great taste. This is art. Real art, not that Modern garbage that society pretends is art because the bar is barely at ankle level." Jack Wilson Jr. said before turning his attention to the others. "What? Just because I prefer motorcycles over broken pottery and ancient ruins doesn't mean that I can't appreciate art when I see it or recognize that overpriced trash is overpriced trash." Jack said to the others. He looked around, his hand still on the pistol. He couldn't see outside the area illuminated by the flashlight and anything could be hiding in those shadows.

"You should light the torches, assumin' that there's still enough fuel for them to light. Such bright flames would make it easier to see where we're goin'. Even dimly lit torches should be enough to avoid trippin' over old bones. As for endin' up in the center of the Earth, I never believed in the Hollow Earth, Wade. Animals need to eat animals that eat plants and plants require sunlight and there is no sunlight that far underground." Jack Wilson Jr. said to Wade as he continued looking around.