Normally 2 hands was enough but today Enus knew something drastic was needed to finish the job. Putting on a pair of rubber gloves and a snorkel, he dove in headfirst, not even noticing the abandoned equipment on either side of him. Lost in a rush, probably sorely missed by those that chose to lighten the load on the way in. In his own hurry he lost the one thing that would make the whole trip worth it. His wallet tumbled out of pocket, his precious greenbacks a million miles away from where he’d need them. But now, in the glow of his headlamp, was his destination, a large quivering mass, the vagina of Rosie Odonell, large vines swaying menacingly in front of the neglected entrance. Reaching slowly for his holster, he made quick silent steps, nearing the source of his fear. So close now, the stench over powering, fear clawing at his wits, this lone hero prepared for what he must do. On his back were two strands of detonation cord and a 3 foot cucumber. Also he carried 2 bottles of evian and a life sized