"LAMPS could be here" he thought, "I've never been to this floor before. There could be LAMPS anywhere." The cool air conditioning felt good against his bare crotch. "I HATE LAMPS" he thought. Clair de Lune reverberated his entire elevator, making it pulsate even as the $2 pop circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of 1-stealthers after dark. "With an elevator, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.