you were wandering around floor like, 23 or something. You've been alone for a few years here. It was dark and cold. But livable. You were a friendly twisted who had ended up drowning in some ichor. Now your here. Alone. Until you hear talking from the floor below you. Sounded like... Other toons? You haven't seen any other toons for years! Now just wait a minute or two till they get up to your floor. Too bad you can't communicate due to the (in)convienently placed glob of ichor stuck in your vocal cords. You try listening in on the conversation below. ???: "man why are we even going all the way here what was the point in this?" Another voice speaks up: "look none of us will ever know. But we have to do it for some reason. And what else can we do now that we're this far?" The other voice says something again: "well I don't know... We could've gone back we have an elevator!" Another more relaxed voice speaks up. Or maybe their just tired: "guys please..." Otherwise everyone else down there's staying quiet. You heard 8 pairs of footsteps when you heard the elevator downstairs so you know there's more than three toons. Just gotta play the waiting game...