Oswald and I stood at the door to the ruins. We had searched for years, and I believe our quest has finally borne fruit! “Are you sure of this, sir?,” Oswald reacted, “It looks highly dangerous!”
“Have I ever been one to worry?,” I snapped back, “We will come out of this alive and wealthy, and that is the end of it!”
Oswald prodded me. “You go first,” he said, “I am still uneasy.”
I lit my torch and entered through the stone gateway to the temple. Oswald followed, shivering. We trudged down the sacred halls for many hours, Oswald reacting each time a primate gibbered or a bird shrieked. Finally, I spotted a light at the end of the tunnel. It could be the treasure, I thought, or maybe not. Hmmm…..”Oswald!”
“Yes, sir?,” he said in a shivery voice.
“Inspect that possibly treasure-filled room up ahead!,” I commanded him.
Without hesitation, he hesitated. I stood there and reprimanded him with my facial expression. Finally (and slowly,) he went. I saw him reach the end of the hallway. Oswald lifted a large treasure chest. “Look, it’s treasu-aaaagh!”
Suddenly, Oswald began to panic. The treasure chest opened with a pair of gnashing teeth and bit him in the chest. He howled in pain as the chest went for his jugular vein. Oswald, what a brave man. And what a nuisance that I was finally rid of! I grasped a stone on the wall and opened the secret passage to the temple’s next area. The treasure-I can smell it! I will be to the gold very soon. But first, I must rid myself of this rag-tag crew. The treasure must be all mine! MINE!!
A gentleman never uses more than two exclamation marks.