as lord havramond entered the cave, he pondered to himself, vociferously, "harrumph! how did i ever come about appearing in THIS locale! i chortle to myself in bewilderment." just then, a gaggle of insane monkeys appeared, threatening most gratuitous violence. "harrumph!", thought lord windosr, just arriving upon the scene. "oh dear. what can be done about this most unfortunate of circumstances?" just then, the monkeys devoured them both. "i say, stapler" (for so the entity who was speaking addressed the creature of unknown identity to whom he was addressing.) "wherewithal will your next entertainment progress?" "huh?", replied the one known as stapler. "i know naught of what you speak." they all then promptly feasted on copious amounts of something of delicious nature, but of unknown identity.

the moral of the story, of course, is "never do anything."