Last night, while exploring the previously uncharted west wing of GGHQ, a glint of white in a far corner of the dusty old ballroom caught my eye.
Holding my candle aloft, I approached the corner with some trepidation. The white object was emitting a faint hum. A huge and sudden bang nearly forced me back to the safety of my futon, until I remembered my coach's repeated words from superhero training: 'Stop behaving like a spineless wimp, GG'. In the eerie silence following the bang, I could almost hear the fear-sweat leaking from my pores.
Closer inspection of the strange thing revealed it to be what is known as a refrigerator. Phew, I had heard of these. People have them in their kitchens to store food to later cook and eat. Over the years, my only reason to go near one has been to avail myself of a perfectly chilled bottle of Champagne.
The grand old family who lived here before me had obviously been wiped out in a merciless attack by Mister Freeze. I humbly bow precisely 45 degrees in their honour to thank them for leaving this sweet, sweet caramel treasure.