Roshambo huddled into a corner of the cave, his dark eyes wild from his now near animalistic instincts. His thick, dark hair was dirty and flew all directions. Robo (as he was so fondly called by his people) had been stuck in the cave for nearly a week now, his only form of sustenance coming from the box of tropical flavored Mike & Ike’s stolen from an Illie.

A noise at the mouth of the cave was what had driven him into his current state of madness. A light was shone into his eyes and Robo howled in pain.

“Robo, I’m here to save you,” came a not-so-deep, but comforting voice.

“Mother Goose?” called Robo tentatively.

Goose chuckled, holding out a hand to his friend. ”’Tis I, indeed. Come, friend.”

“Goose, you couldn’t even beat Emo. How’re you supposed to save me?”

Goose sighed. “That was long ago, my friend. I have been since deemed ‘Mountaineer Man’ by the Illies.”

Robo nodded, fully assured by this. Together they escaped unscathed. Goose squeezed Gooster in exhultation.

Mountaineer Man indeed!