(In Trap Master's room, the door slowly opens, and Shawn peeks in)

Shawn: Why did the other Lords dare me to do this…? Do I really need to get her diary?

(He slowly goes inside and tip-toes through the room)

Shawn: I wonder if they're any traps in here…

(Suddenly, a blade flies near his face, cutting the tip of his hair)

Shawn: OH MY GLOB!

(For the next few seconds, he dodges flames, spikes, blades, bullets, bear traps, trapdoors, a minefield that shoots out cluster bombs, quicksand, piranha pools, crocodile pools, an exploding mat, arrows flying everywhere (How did he not get hit by that?), and finally a cage from the ceiling)

(After all that, he reaches Trap Master's little desk in the far corner of the room, and finds her diary)

Shawn: I can't believe… I did it! *:D* I'm a-freaking-live!

(He grabs the diary, but the mirror on the desk turns around and a giant boxing glove punches him, and he flies through all the traps, getting hit by all of them)

(And now he's in the hospital)

Shawn: Am I gonna be okay, Asclepius…?

Asclepius: Of course. We removed the bullet on your abdomen, took out dozens of piranha and crocodile teeth, pulled out an arrow out of your bottom, bandaged all of your burnt spots, which means your whole body, and with my rod, you got your feet back.

(Suddenly, Trap Master bursts into the room)

TM: MASTER! WHERE IS MY DIARY!

Asclepius: Oh, that book? Well, to tell you the truth, the bear trap had snapped shut on his hand together with your diary, but because I couldn't take it out to properly administer the cast, I just covered the book together with his whole body. You can get it back in around next week.

(Trap Master is horrified. She suddenly becomes angry)

TM: YOU IDIOT! *Punches him*

Shawn: OW! PLEASE STOP!