Races into the temple (or mine....or crypt? Where the hell are we doing this, again?), carrying my bundle of goodies. "I know, I know! Sorry I'm late. I had to stock up on bug spray and SPF 100. This outfit may look hot, but it's woefully inadequate for trekking through the jungle!"
Dropping my satchel, I unroll it on the floor, (or ground, whichever). "Alright, Kylie! Time for the two of us to have some fun!" Grinning wickedly, I debate which implement of destruction, all straight from my personal collection, to utilize first.
"Hmmm, let's see. Brass knuckles....jumper cables....bone saw (don't ask).....aha! I've got just the thing!" Grabbing a large bag of thumbtacks, I stand up and dump them liberally around the ground in front of me. "Hope you're ready to play "human pincushion", you foxy little.....Kylie? Hey, what gives!?" Doing a slow 360, it's painfully obvious im all alone in here. "Well, this is JUST great!"
Kicking a few strays tacks out of my path, I plop down on a nearby rock/altar/tomb, kicking my feet slowly, in full on pout mode. "I go through all this trouble to bring pain and devastation, only to be stood up!? It's like high school, all over again!" Resting my head on my palm, sighing. "They say you never outgrow it....."