Dr. Jones coiled his bullwhip and gazed at the crumbling stone altar just paces away. Atop it sat the squat bronze idol, as it had for centuries, returning his gaze with mocking contempt.
“Let us hurry,” said the guide. “There is nothing to fear here.”
“That’s what scares me,” said Jones.
Once again, Chantal P., what was briefly yours is now mine! (evil laughter)