“YOU STUPID BLOODY PONY!” Handy shouted. “It was a plan! I start a fight to distract the dogs, the griffon gets the keys, and we all get out of here in the night!” Handy retorted. “The digging machine was not part of the plan! Now open the bloody gate or none of us are getting out!” Handy groaned and struggled as he pulled himself back up onto the cave, the flickering life of the torch still blazing on the floor.