You descent the damp stone staircase entering a deep chamber full of dust and cobweb. Your torch reveals a 30ft tall vaulted ceiling, and rows and rows of shelves on the walls. There is a rustling of stones and there, suddenly emerging from the shadows is a shambling skeleton. He has a thick pair of horned rimmed glasses hanging from his face. His feet are clad in socks tucked neatly into open toe sandals. His long dead fingers are stained with cheesy yellow powder, and the shirt on his chest says “That's How I Roll.” What do you do?