[[A man holding a snake]]
Man: So, ah.
This is probably going to end horribly.
With me crushed, or devoured, or suffocated, or enchanted or something.
Snake: Yes.
Man: I bet people just STUMBLE in here and wind up dead ALL the time.
Without even THINKING about it. Just, "WHOOPS, wrong door...agghkk"
Snake: Fairly frequently.
Man: But I'd like to go on record that I WORRIED about this.
I CONSIDERED the RISKS of coming in here. I KNEW about your reputation. I WEIGHED the pros and cons.
I feel like that should DEFEND me somehow.
Snake: Tell you what, I'll kill you EXACTLY as you imagined.
Man: Sweet! If I AM going to die, I'd like to at least be RIGHT.
{{header: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I'd feel like a wimp!}}
{{alt-text: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I'd feel like a wimp!}}