"The painting of... Oh god what's her name.. Minerva? I don't know, it's pretty easy to get lost in here, isn't it?"

"All these fuckin' hallways and no kiosks or maps like at the grandiose shopping centers where it explicitly tells you 'You are here! Conveniently located adjacent to the shop selling extremely fattening cinnamon buns the size of your fist' ", Cancer rambled pointing at an invisible map. He put his hands on his hips.

"But at least you got your headband back. Day made!"