/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\
Choose Your Own
As I searched for my left orb in the hopes of forcing it to reclaim its previous omnipresent status, I came upon a small foul smelling pile of mush in the floor. "Great," I thought*, "my eyeball must be trapped in this small, foul smelling pile of gooblygook**."
As you sit there considering what to do, you are slowly trampled to death by a small rampaging horde of the omnipresent gerbil legions that inconsistently lurk in the nether regions of arbitrarily planned cave complexes.
*Recent studies by Derecian Labs© clearly indicate that Ben is not actually capable of "thought." Rather, it is suggested that his synapses fire at an amazing rate in random patterns causing a thin illusion of intellect.
**Ben's use of the word "gooblygook" was not intended to insult, infuriate, or deflate any gooblygooks, gimeldorfs, goblins, or other possible denizens of the faerie realms. However, if his usage of such a racist term offends you feel free to pursue any such course (inside or outside of the law) that will result in the termination of any feelings of rage, hurt, or betrayal you may or may not be feeling.