Awake, avast, hold tight your buns, if buns you do hold dear
For time has come to wake and run and not give way to fear
Beyond this room are a thousand rooms, outside of them still more
Behind each door, on every floor, danger, danger, ever more.
Stranger, hark! The traps galore may kill you whilst you do explore
To free yourself from this tomb, and nevermore re-enter
Find the room amidst the rooms that lies exactly center. Adventure Time. “The Mystery Dungeon”