Well, you have to admit, that’s a really nice looking cave. Everyone is dressed real nice, and someone is obviously sweeping up after hours. There were very few stalagmites, or stalactites, I forget which is which. There’s very little general gloominess, which kills the mood. Nothing was flickering. Without something flickering, how are you going to get the proper cave vibe? I searched in vain for a filthy, half-starved genius using a mismatched assortment of rusty tanks to feed a sparking acetylene torch, but all I saw was a nicely dressed young woman with several glue guns on a conference room table.

Oh well, let’s not quibble. At least it got off the ground. As a means of getting around, the whole suit seemed less than ideal, however. But think of the grilled cheese sandwiches you could make with those nozzles! You know, if someone put the cheese on the bread for you, because your hands are covered in nozzles.