I dash toward the wall and feel my spine tingle with an icy chill
I take a few breaths to remember my dead parents and grip my rifle harder still
I slowly edge toward the window to glance at the victims of my upcoming wrath
There is something wrong; I see them, but they are all frozen, better for my warpath
No, something is seriously wack. There, I see a fly seem out of place
That cannot be happening, the wings are motionless, floating in space
I open the door to meet no response, and stop in mid-step
There is something before me, could it be? It was the ancient pharoah Imhoettep
"I am here to help you and to remove you from the sins of this horrible plane.
So come with me, I will do my best to make you happy, and end your pain