You're surrounded by monsters, and you're all out of options. Time to fight dirty. You grab two fistfuls of slime off the wall and fling at the two monsters.

"raargh!"

The filthy slime sticks to the faces of the monstrous janitor and the equally monstrous... monster. Unfortunately, it also sticks your hands. You shake and shake, and finally manage to fling the fistfuls of slime onto the ground. Your hands aren't clean yet, but neither are the faces of your would-be attackers. Time to book it.

You dash out of the basement, leaving the two monsters in the dust as you slam the secret bookshelf closed behind you. You were hoping that your great uncle would've left you a nice mansion with a few expensive antiquities, maybe even a servant or two, but you can see this just isn't going to work out. You race through the mansion, hoping to find Pendleton Queez so you can tell him you're going to pass on the whole "inherit a haunted mansion" thing.

After checking nearly every room in the house, you finally find ol' Queezy, drinking milk straight from the carton in the kitchen. You start explaining the situation to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening, just staring at you in disbelief. As you prepare to explain the monsters in the basement, he finally speaks up:

"Are... Are those your footprints," he asks, pointing at the ground behind you?

Sure enough, you have left a trail of green footprints leading into the kitchen, but only for one shoe. Checking your right shoe, you find a smooched lump of the green slime from the basement. You must have stepped in it while you were fleeing like a ninny. Pendleton pushes out aside and runs out into the hall. You hear a disgusted groan from Queezy as you follow him out.

Ooh, this might be worse than you thought.

"You imbecile! Didn't your mother ever teach you to wipe your feet?"

You stammer for a minute before wiping the rest of the slime off on the carpeting, which does not have the desired effect on ol' Queezy.

"The rugs in this house were priceless! You've destroyed them with that gunk on your shoe! What the hell is that stuff, anyway?"

You explain that you had to yank some slime off a wall to fend off a Frankenstein and a bug janitor. Again, instead of being happy with the truth, Queezy just gets madder. He grabs you by the collar and with the strength of a hundred geriatrics, tosses you out of the mansion, explaining that you will be billed for the rugs later.

So now you have some hefty bills to look forward to, and no mansion you can pawn to cover the damages. Plus, your hands never lose the stink of that wall slime. Bummer.

AND DON'T FORGET THE BILL FOR WASTING MY TIME! START OVER!!!