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Spider closed the large double doors carefully behind him, still unsure as to whether the figments outside would transform into snake-toothed dogs and devour his liver. They did not. Elated, and recovered from his previous sprint, Spider let out a loud hoot and launched himself into the massive room.
This was the first room he'd managed to find in this white-tiled antiseptic-smelling prismfuck and by god he was going to make the most of it. It was like the architect had smashed all the rooms in the place into one to make more room for his beloved hallways. It was huge. He took a running jump and landed on a nearby table, crouching. He surveyed the room like a predator, grinning so widely it looked as if his head was about to spawn a swarm of infernal bicuspids. He took stock of exits, windows, tables, chairs ... and there was a bulletin board! He had pens. This could prove extremely entertaining.
Whistling merrily and tunelessly, he leapt from table to table on his way to the massive bulletin board.