The tomb had a dark aura about it. I mean here you are: A prise hungry kid consumed with greed, caring about nothing but recovering The Lost Cigar of Sigmund Freud so you can get your free trip to a dude ranch, that you uncareingly rade a royal tomb and downright demolish it, in your search for a head of a dead king that has most likely been placed above you in holy vines for a very reverent reason, then, as if that weren't enough, you then sensely attempt to slam it down on one of the dead king's corpes, only to find it wasn't right, so you try the other one, and the king reserects and attempts to scold you for awaken him and abusing his grave, but you don't even have the common courtesy to listen, by this point, you are either wishing you had paid attention in first grade so you could recognize patterns, or you're laughing it up with those mofos, the jesters..........is that not the coolest room you can think of or what?
