There was no other way to say it: Mogey and Smush were lost. In a classic spelunk-gone-wrong, they'd gotten turned around in the Spookum Caves. Then Mogey had accidentally eaten their backup candles (assuming, as one does, that they were very chewy sausages), so their only source of light was now down to a guttering stump.
"Look!" Smush exclaimed, a modicum of hope entering his voice for the first time in hours. "Is that light up ahead?"
"By gum, I think you're right!" Mogey replied ecstatically.
The pals entered a cavern of glowing green just as their candle gave out. Seated in the center of the chamber were two gnarly goblins: their faces knobbled, their knuckles warty, their feet pruny from how many sick waves they'd surfed in their careers.
"Who goes there?" asked the first goblin, pointing ominously.
"It's us," said Mogey, "Mogey and Smush."
"I see," said the second goblin. "Can I interest you in some grilled cheese sandwiches?"
"Don't touch a thing, Mogey," Smush urged. "It's a well-known fact that if you eat any food cave goblins offer, you'll be magically imprisoned in their cavern for a score of years."
"Interesting," Mogey replied. He turned back to the goblin duo. "And could I expect a reliable supply of said grilled cheese sandwiches over the course of this 20 year period?"
"As many as you can eat," the first goblin confirmed. The second goblin held out a plate heaped high with buttery, crispy grilled cheeses.
"Tell you what," Mogey said, taking a massive chomp out of the top sandwich. "You make it a life sentence and you've got yourself a deal."
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