"Unlocked it!"
The warrior ran in. "What's inside?"
The thief flung open the chest. "Nothing!"
"Really?" The warrior's face was crestfallen. "I'm surprised, going by the weight when we carried it in."
"Don't let that fool you," said the thief, shuffling in front of his lumpy bed.
Myriad compositions later, password deemed secure. Now shopping basket expired.
Big-eyed, the urchin pleaded, "Would you condemn me for lifting a mouldy crust?"
"I guess not." With a sigh, the microbiologist wrote in his lab book, "Experimental treatment vss365: undetermined outcome."
The priest brandished his staff dramatically. "During the eclipse, They will sunder the veil and pour through the gap between realities. Be wary! Watch!"
"How?" piped up a voice from the crowd. "It'll be dark."
"A wooden horse?" The general laughed. "We're not falling for that old trick."
"What shall we do with it, sir?"
"Drag it up to the city walls so our people may see. Then burn it."
Unfortunately, this time it was full of black powder.
"Make the drums roll! Cymbals clash!" He waved his baton. "I want real doom and gloom."
With an uneasy glance at the others, the first violinist cleared her throat. "Maestro?"
"Yes?"
"Maybe not quite right for a wedding."
"Oh?"
"Especially not your own."
"Hmm."
The serial killer wailed, "Don't leave me in the dark!"
"Afraid? After what you did?" With a sneer, the guard turned off the lights.
"No... you don't understand." Sobs crescendoed into a guttural roar. The door burst open. "My demon comes out to play."