Level nine.

That's not a gondola, Mitch. That's a freaking elevator. Six weeks of screwing around, scraping up all of the coins out of our various seat cushions, and what have we got - an elevator to the center of the Earth. You don't need an elevator to go there - the gravity will take you!

Right, well, as you can see, we're grappling with the contradictions that fall out of having a tunnel to the Earth's core in the basement of your squat house. I'm sure you've had days like that. Why is it a tunnel and not a mere hole? Well, it is the intended use of the thing that defines the thing, and it is our intent to use it as a pathway to fame and fortune ... or at least, remuneration equal to the cost of a cheap sandwich at the local diner. Big Green doesn't aim high, people - that's why we're looking down a hole to the center of the Earth and seeing opportunity.

And though I may have just read the riot act to Mitch, an elevator like the Giardiniera Twelve isn't necessarily a bad thing to have when you have a hole of this type in your basement. It might prove to be damned convenient, particularly if some of the subterranean strata call for a closer look. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) can act as the operator - he's got the right gravitas (or lack of same), and of course he's been down the hole once already. In fact, it's thanks to the insta-matic camera Mitch installed in Marvin's stomach that we have any idea of what's going on down there. Apparently, quite a lot.

Squx?Just as an example: nine levels down, there's a cavernous opening that leads into what looks like a geological circus tent. Interestingly, the stalactites look like rhesus monkeys and the stalagmites look like sea turtles. An enterprising young robot assistant might make his or her way down there with a box of paints, go to work, and before you know it you have the Petrified Creatures Museum. Either that or the lawn ornament shop that, purely by chance, was established right next door.

That's just one level, folks. Lots more where that came from. Get ready to crank up the pit elevator - this band is going down!

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