Fooruman and his faithful ally climbed down the floor door. They climbed a ladder for seven days and seven nights. Finally, they reached the bottom. They found themselves in a well-lit area. There was a huge man there with 42 arms, and a double-barreled shotgun in each of his 42 hands. He screamed at Fooruman and Black Ninja in a language they did not understand. There was a long pathway behind him, but Fooruman figured it was safe to assume the stranger wouldn't let them pass.

What do you wish to do, good sir?