[geoschmo]

Indiana Geoschmo approached the Pizaa box trap warily. He pauses for a moment to regain control his breathing and take stock of his suroundings. This was the moment he had worked for all these years. The Pizza Box would finally be his. But only if he could defeat the nefarious device that he knew was protecting it.

He studied the pedastal intently, trying to divine it's inner workings. It was similer to many of the other Pizza box traps he had faced in his years as world famous adventurer and expert in food antiquities. He thought about the time he almost fell to the devious Aztec Calzone wheel of death. He would have to be more careful this time.

Indiana Geoschmo scratched his four day old beard and pulled a small bag from a loop on his pack. He held it in his left hand feeling it's weight as he studied the Pizza box before him, mentally comparing the two. He reached into he bag and pulled out a handful of sand and let it sprinkle through his fingers to the floor.

Finally satisfied the two were equal, he took the Last half-step towards the pedestal. He held his breath and made the switch with a smooothness that showed his years of practice. Removing the Pizza Box from the trap while simultaneously replacing it with the perfectly balanced bag of sand.

He held his breath, but nothing happened. Indiana Geoschmo smiled and turned to leave the cavern. Before he took two steps he felt a low rumble and heard the sounds of stones grinding agaisnt one another. He looked back over his shoulder to see the pedastal that once held the Pizza Box starting to descend into the floor.

Indiana Geoschmo knew he may have only moments to live as he dashed for the exit out of the cavern. Would he make it out alive? Would he live to collect his reward for recovering the lost Pizza Box?