Dukey took the sledge hammer in hand, tested its weight, and proceeded back to the house. He  was a man on a mission. A misguided mission, maybe, but a mission nonetheless. After all, what man could resist a request from a young damsel in distress? Chivalry was not dead, to him.<br/><br/>He went back to the room where all the ruckus was coming from, and lifted the tool overhead, using it to rap on the door forcefully. He figured the sound of metal on wood should be enough to get anyone's attention. He swung repeatedly.<br/><br/><strong>Bang...Bang...Bang!</strong>The sound was somewhat like gunshots. He hoped he wouldn't have to knock the hinges or the doorknob off the door. He'd done enough damage already, and any more would just be bad karma.<br/><br/>He chuckled as he worked on the door. He didn't believe in karma. So he continued to hammer away at the door, taking off the knob, as well as the hinges in his frantic effort to save Mr. Klutz from whatever was beyond. He lowered the hammer, winded, and pushed on the door, watching it crash to the floor, and slowly, tentatively entered the room, with the sledge hammer held defensively in front of his chest.<br/><br/>