Grian let himself into the basement, completely forgetting about the fact that he needed a notepad as the door clicked behind him. Why did that door have a lock anyways? Not like he needed it at all. Grian made his way down a small flight of steps, noticing the distinct lack of cleanliness here. Fuck, what was this guy's problem? It was only when he got accustomed to the filth when he realized that he forgot his notepad. 'No problem!' he thought, not realizing that Mumbo was horribly unorganized as of late and there was no notepad. Of course, he didn't realize this until he had looked through all of the shelves and found nothing to write on. He started pounding on the door, trying to see if anyone was out there.

"Just my luck!" Grian says with defeat, "I don't have anything to write on and nobody's outside!"

His chest tightened up ever so slightly as he considered writing on something else. He eventually landed on writing something on the floor, which wasn't particularly easy given that the floor was cement and he only had a pencil. He got a couple verses and a small beat going before his pencil fell out of his hand, rolling under a metal shelving unit. God, he really doesn't clean under these things. Some dust made him cough a bit, which wasn't too nice in this environment. Unbeknownst to Grian, this was the least to come.