I am part of a tribe of underground mole people led by Scott the Undergrounder, and we try to find the Luminary of the 61st century before the next ice age comes or else the meatball people of dimension 38-#| invade and enslave the world's population of sentient trees, who's leader happens to be Whispy Woods. In addition, we have cookouts on occasion and play golf using boulders larger than a two story house. I am in charge of cleaning the cow dung off of the walls in the event of a stampede, and I haven't seen any natural life in 15 years.