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[v_knidh8er]

When the first refugees arrived at Milliways and started excavating their new home, it was a relatively simple matter for them to discretely dispose of the residual rock in the forest, and later, when they got tired of barrowing the gravel that far every night, on the shores of the lake.

But as manufacturing processes began to take shape, many uses for the ground up rock was found. Bricks were baked by fusing the gravel with Devonshire fudge. A type of concrete was formed by mixing the stone with a smooth blend of toffee, and raw gravel was employed in the Water Treatment filters.

However, the population just kept growing at increasing rates. Now the Loompas have to excavate new tunnels just to use as land fills for the ground slag produced from their other digging. This has caused a baffling labyrinth of dead ends and false passages in the underworld.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks confused. "You have three birthdays?"

[mnt_mike]

"Doesn't everybody?"

Mike snickers.

"Okay, here's the thing. All four of us are the same age, despite what Raph and Leo would have you think, right? But since we're not quadruplets we figured we couldn't have the same birthday. So we chose a day that we liked best and that's when we celebrate the fact that we turned a year older in January.

So we have a New Years party for everyone. Then, I get April Fools because...well come on! When else would my birthday be? It's obvious. Kinda like how Raph celebrates his on December 21st. You know, the longest night of the year?

Anyway, so that's all well and good, but when we started hanging around with April and Casey and were able to go to actual parties with people, I sort of took Halloween too. No one would deny me a second party. I'm the baby, afterall.

Makes sense?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy snickers. "Absolutely not. But... that's par for the course. Well, crap... now I gotta figure out a present for you?"

His eyes take on a mischievous gleam in the dim light. In fact, it's getting very much darker in these deep reaches of Loompaland. Only an occasional gumdrop has been spared in these unused passages. They trudge onwards, taking turns to decide which tunnel take at the intersections... probably not the best plan the pair ever had.

[mnt_mike]

"That's it, I'm totally not listening to you anymore. Two days, Indy. TWO WHOLE DAYS! Do you see this? Mickey's hands have gone around these numbers,...count'em four times. FOUR TIMES!"

Mike continues to grumble, but not nearly as loud as his stomach does.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

It has indeed been two whole days. Two days stumbling blindly through the pitch blackness. Two days of Mike griping about how hungry he is. Two days of Indy bitching about blisters.

"It's always right... Mike always has to take the right hand tunnel," Indy moans dejectedly. "EVER thought that the right hand tunnel may just be bringing us round in big circles?"

"Damnit all Mike! Even if Turtle did get word to the Bar, there's not a chance in hell anyone's gonna find us down here now."

In the darkness, you can hear the sound of him poking at the roughly excavated tunnel wall. "Where's the candy now huh? When we actually need it?"

[mnt_mike]

"OH so this is my fault now? I'm not the one who got kidnapped by midgets....TWICE! You were caught by people a third of your size! What kind of two fisted explorer are you anyway?! And you got something against RIGHT? Huh? Okay...FINE...we'll go left. Will that make you happy? LEFT. Look! I'm going left. Any other requests? Or is that the only one LEFT on your mind?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Grumbling and snarking at each other, the beleagured companions head off down the new tunnel...