Seymour bounded into the Torture Chamber, beaming even brighter than before and coming to a sudden halt when the professor said to. It took all of his self-control not to start bouncing again; keep still? Seymour Addams? That was like asking a dragon to brush its' teeth three times a day. It just wasn't going to happen.

As the light went out in the room, he just couldn't contain himself any longer-- surely a little bit of bouncing wouldn't hurt? "Sire!" Seymour's disembodied voice squeaked, echoing around the room. "Sire, isn't this going to be great? Can you see anything yet, sire? I bet it's some sort of shadow creature lurking just behind us!" The excitement in his voice was quite obvious. 'Cos this was gonna be FUN.