"man travelling alone through this forest fucking SUCKS" Svart spots a small house in the distance. "oh boy" Svart knocks on the door, but there's no answer. "oh well finders keepers" Svart dives through the window and sits at the table. "OH SHIT CHAIRS" Svart bounces up and down. "I FUCKING LOVE CHAIRS" Svart sits down in the smallest chair, breaking it. Svart begins to whistle badly and sweeps the chair parts under the rug. Svart then sits in the middle chair, which is covered in spikes. "WHO WOULD EVEN MAKE SUCH A THING" Svart gets up, bleeding, and sits in the largest chair. "ahhhhhh"