469 >Syb: DON'T LOOK DOWN

You stare into the finite abyss below.  It's calmly awaiting you.  Expecting your next move, like a parent training their child to use the restroom.  They stay there, watching, living through the bile just for the hopes to not have to change diapers anymore.  Fortunately for them (and for the child), the process is quite simple, but that still doesn't make it tedious.  

Your mother never taught you anything about duck anatomy, perhaps because she was a female duck herself and had uncomfortabilities with talking about things like that.  Perhaps she died when you were too young to learn anything about the birds and the, well, birds.  You had to learn from the internet everything you wanted to know about the birds and the birds.  You'd start with looking up what a duck's anatomy's supposed to be, and then look at yourself in the mirror and try to figure out which is what.  Eventually, through trial and error, you got yourself to a point where you could pretty confidently clap with one hand.  

Anyways, you see a faint, Green glow coming from the bottom of the case, better get down there soon.

>Syb: reach bottom of stairs