Popo and Nana were going through various doors while freezing the ones they left behind and forcing the wooden structures ahead to open with their mallets, going on through for they clutched their hammers and had no idea how or when this would end.
"Are we gonna keep doing this?" Popo complained.
"I'm afraid so: these are commonly used tropes for a reason!" Nana chimed while wiping her forehead. "It's just something that gets cycled around!"
"Well I don't like it, it's course rough and it gets everywhere."
Nana let out a fart that caused her to trip and fall on her face. "I agree; but I'm afraid luck isn't on our side!"
