My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after atheists because you'll only end up with a sale in your Adam's apple." I never quite understood his advice until one spring break, I was gardening with my best friend Steve. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and spooky sounds came from deep within. Steve saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!