You were calmly strolling through The National Museum of History and Culture, biding you time as you eyes glanced over at each exhibit shown. The items on display were almost supernatural, glowing rings with a strange onion scent, a large, red mushroom with white spots and tiny eyes, and an egg half your height. You continued on, carefree and calm.

And then you heard some breathing. Heavy, anxiety-ridden breathing. Almost as if someone was panicking into a paper bag. You snapped out of your wander and headed down a hall to your right, where the sound seemed to be coming from. You entered the main lobby, and just behind on of the many poles holding the roof up high, you saw a.. security guard?

He had a paper bag over his mouth, inhaling, exhaling, in and out, faster and faster, seemingly without end. He sweat bullets, and his voice seemed enhanced by helium in his panic. He didn't even notice you, completely focused on his near manic breathing.