There was a chinchilla named Scout. Scout

There was a chinchilla named Scout. Scout was different from the other chinchillas. There was something slightly off about him. Scout enjoyed to go on missions to explore.One day

Whilst out exploring, Scout met some other chinchillas. They told him of a treasure island hidden in a land far away. And so Scout the chinchilla set out on a mission to find the

treasure. We travel without thinking about the consequence, at the end of the day we found an island that they were pointing to

And this reckless traveling actually proved to be worth our while, as we found treasure chest after treasure chest, overflowing with gold. Still, something didn't seem right.....

as the gold artifacts felt warm in the dank, icy passage that froze every inch of our bodies except for the hands that held the gold.

To have come this far! Now I only wished the Golden Chalice was either combustible or edible. I blew a white cloud of my breath over it, shining it with my tattered robe.

Gripping the chalice, I turned to the exits. Each one was marked with a Roman numeral and some kind of warning in Latin. I cursed my Cyrillic roots and guessed the door to the

right and a lion was waiting. Not that door. I had to recall my memories of learning Roman numerals, unfortunately my total recall was to deep, so I ended up on Mars.

But that's because my family is full of disgusting pedophiles that are covered in chancre sores from head to toe. Who would want to buy gifts for hideous beasts like that? No one.