My fingers probed deeply into the slimy crevice.

If it hadn't been for my underground A.R.S.E training I would have been dead long ago in the Cave of Langerhans. I had but no choice but to progress forward. Behind lay the mental Spawnsmyth IV in minute particles and ahead lay the vicious fate of the Man-Leech.

I could hear him louder now. The heavy primeval gruntings and the swish of slime as he lubed his bulky bag of flesh around the passages.

Suddenly a prick of light appeared in the distance. Not the glow of flame nor glimmer of fish, but the sky, and freedom.

I moved forward with my remaining reserves of man-strength, but before I could reach the light a hideous form emerged from the shadows.

Before me appeared the dreaded Man-Leech of Langerhans. I heard the echo of Spazmo's laugh in the distance as the leechy bastard made for me with speed, ready to cover me in his white glory of liquid foam.