With a swift kick the door lock gives away. The hinges squeak and the deadbolt clatters to the door.Sprawled on the floor you find your boss, Taskmaster Lloyd Ghoulihan on top of the panicked boggart. Ghoulihan the goblin mutters to himself, rubbing his long, green nose. “Stupid, no good, filthy--” he curses. “You’re in for a world of hurt, kid!”Like the heat from an oven, you feel the bubbling, spitting breath of the mung reach at you like tendrils.Ghoulihan’s eyes go wide and without a second glance, he and the boggart fling open a trapdoor.“See ya in the funny papers, slag!” Ghoulihan hollers and leaps like a cannonball through the trapdoor.The boggart follows suit, crying out: “Ya, better git goin’ stoopid!”The mung’s writhing jelly spills into the room, devouring every last page of the Dungeoneer Magazine collection as its shifty girth piles onto itself to fit into the tiny room.Without a second thought, you leap into the trapdoor and echo through a tubular passage that splits into a smooth, rock slide. The tube corkscrews, rises, and then falls into a steep descent, until at last forking three ways.Ghoulihan spins into the farthest right tube, echoing with laughter as he does.The Boggarts burps and complains of imminent sickness as he rockets to the farthest left tube.And you, as if shot true from an enchanted bow, slide forward through the central tube, shooting so fast your torchlight huffs out and your only light comes from pocks of glowing, subterranean clams, glued to the walls by their sturdy feet, and hissing and snapping clam-tongue expletives.The descent abruptly curves into a “U” shape and your body is tossed what seems like a hundred feet into the air. As you come falling down, too frightened to watch, you’re suddenly engulfed by a mountain of linen that explodes with plumes of white feathers.“Hey, is there somebody in there?” You hear a voice ask from behind a wooden door.What do you do?