Commander Keen walks into the room with toxic waste.  He steps onto the waste.  It
makes a noise when his shoe pulled out of it.
	"Hmmm. . ."think Keen to himself."This isn't so bad."He pauses, then continues.
"Hey!  Since when did I have a third arm?"
	Keen has a third arm bulging of the middle of his stomach.  It is about 125 percent
longer than his other arms.
	Feeling as though this may help with daily things, he smiles.  He then walks out of
the room, but his arm hits the top of the doorway.  It falls off, and Keen dies from lack of
blood.  What a klutz.