Stone after stone breaks underneath his feet as the iron pick crackes each stone. Bits of dust and debris fly off at random interval revealing the most stunning thing he had ever lain eyes upon. No it cant be, not this high from the void. i have only heard stories. But, it was... It was diamond, twelve to approximate. You see steve was a fraidy-cat, he never left the safty and solitude of his home, but now he would come back for certain.
He had no clue nor a chance to make it home though. For Steve was an idiot who thought clocks were for chumps. He maid for the cavern entrance when a green pixle creature that resembled a "hotdog" with piercing red eyes scurryed out of the shadows.
"DEAR NOTCH... WHAT THE FLINT&STEEL IS THAT!"
"Very niceeeee diamond you have there."
"...Thank..s... But what in the iron helmet are you?!?!?"
"Oh me come closs...sssser and i'll tell you."
"Okay!"

That was the last we have heard of poor Steve.

-By: Patrick (Art) Have a fantasssssstic day.....