Heists are back baby! Let’s steal the haunted amulet in the basement of Mansueto

“I never see you at the club!” Okay? I never see you deep in the stacks of B-Level trying to find a copy of the real blueprints of Mansueto. I never see you searching for the rumored antechamber holding UChicago’s legendary haunted amulet. I never see you triangulating the position of Ryerson’s nightly red light with the clockface in front of the Reg and the top of Mansueto’s dome. 

The humming was tantalizing, the stone shone with evil intentions, and the chain smoked as I held the amulet up to the fluorescent lights. The robot arms in the basement of Mansueto now haunt my nightmares. A shadowy figure follows me across the quad, compelling me to give the amulet up. Never! The day I part with this amulet is the day the sun’s ashes rain down on the Earth! I am eternal! I am all-powerful! I still have another freaking midterm left! My TA told me to take off the amulet because the ominous whispering was disturbing the study session, but the ominous whispering was telling me the answer to question ten! I’ll never give it up! Never!