Um . . . guys? If I, say, noticed a crack in a wall in a tunnel and a cold, creepy draft came out of it and it smelled like three-day-old lasagna, would you, um, want to know about that?”
Murdock and I exchanged glances. “You invited him,” I said.
“Show us the crack, Joe,” Murdock said.
Joe turned around and lowered his loincloth.

Author: Mark Del Franco