There were quite an interesting number of mushrooms growing from the damp conditions of the cavern he was kept in. It didn't bother the young phantom none, he preferred the dark, and quite frankly, he was in his element. He carefully cut away a fly agaric mushroom from the dirt floor, intent on doing what studying he could. While he didn't have any of his equipment with him at the moment, that didn't matter. The Mad Doctor could improvise. Searching the base of the walls, he found a stone that was jagged enough to do exactly what he needed. Taking it, he returned to his corner of the cave and set to work, humming to himself, an eerie sound echoing off the walls around him as he gently and with precision, began to slice the mushroom he'd found.
