The Lady of the Labs picked her way precariously through the tangled roots on the forest floor. The lair of Angus the Wondermutt was around here somewhere, and she was determined to find it. She stopped for a moment and sniffed the air---there---the smell akin to swamp water and the obligate sexual practices of nightcrawlers. She turned towards it, walked a few steps, and found herself at the mouth of a cavern.

"I seek Angus the Wondermutt." she called
"Do you have to yell? I've got quite an echo in here.." came the reply, followed shortly thereafter by one who could only be described as 'short, dark, and handsome'. "Oh, it's you." he muttered, and retreated once again to the darkness of the cavern.

The Lady of the Labs took a deep breath, her last of relatively clean air for the time being, and followed Angus into the cave.

"I heard about your battle with TooMor the Terrible, glad to see you are still among us. And I also heard about your travels with Mick the Magnificent," she paused, ducking to avoid the bats hanging from the ceiling, "Thwarting the dreaded demons of Sigma Chi? I never would have figured you for the type."

"That's the sad thing about domesticity," Angus grumbled, walking round in a circle a few times and sitting by his smoky fire, "people seem to think they can make you a part of whatever crazy notion they have going at the time and you've got nothing to say about it."
He began to sift through a pile of orc bones, pulled one out and offered it to the Lady, she demurred, he shrugged and said "suit yourself", then began to gnaw.

"Yes," nodded the Lady, "but why are you not still on the quest for the G with Mick the Magnificent?"

"The shadow of the Great One?" Angus growled "I was beginning to lose my tan. Besides, something wasn't right. I've consulted with both the Gundriss and Sorge of the great HighDigger; wrapped in superstitions yarns, trying my damndest to read the signs not read, the whole enchilada, and what it basically comes down to in paraphrase is this: You don't have to travel to find what you need, chances are you can dig where you are and find it."

"Is that from the HighDigger?"

"No. Sherry Aims, Folk nurse." replied Angus, as he got up, stretched, and moved further back into the cave.

The Lady soon followed, and found herself being peppered with bits of dirt from the cavern floor. She shielded her eyes, and squinted to see Angus the Wondermutt digging furiously. He paused and looked over his shoulder at her "What do you know about the forests of Chinee?" he asked.

"Not much." she replied, moving forward towards the gaping hole in the ground "Filthy dragons, great noodles.." she then saw the contents of the hole and gasped: "Is that? It can't be? Panda's box?"

"One of the pair, yes. Mick the Magnificent holds the other. We found Ling-Ling and Sing-Sing opened and looted in the caverns of Sigma Chi. I've been trying to recollect the notes and put them back in the box, but I tell you, it's more trouble than it's worth."

Angus took the box and headed back out to the fire. The Lady followed once again, and watched Angus begin to take the bats off the ceiling one by one. When her eyes adjusted to the bright light of the fire, she realized that they were notes, not bats. Notes captured in the storms and hung on the ceiling to dry. Angus collected an armload and looked at the Lady: "You might want to stand back, this can get ugly sometimes." With his free hand, he flipped the catch on the box and began the fiercest growling both the Lady, and the notes, had ever heard. The notes in the box lost their cacophony and cowered in the back, too afraid to run, while Angus shoved a handful of their brethren in beside them, and slammed the lid.

"That's it?" asked the Lady, after the polite pause for effect.

"Not much to it, is there? Wanna go for a walk?"

"Well," she replied "it would certainly beat sitting here watching you lick yourself for an hour."

"We could go chase some hobbits?"

"You mean rabbits?"

"Yeah, that's what I said, rabbits...."