"Never!" I shouted. "Never will I do this

"Never!" I shouted. "Never will I do this for you. I mean who do you think I am?". I hung up but she just rang back. I answered, "I'll tell you who I think you are." She said.

I waited without replying. "Your the Antichrist. I know, because you have a mole under your left testicle. It looks like a small pentagram if you squint." I gasped and hung up.

This confirmed it, my destiny was not to clean the toilets of rich people, but to destroy the world! My first act as the Antichrist was to make every step on stairs half a cm highe

with an evil smile on my face I made changes in the designs. Suddenly i hears footsteps. "Quick!! hide them" I thought

, too late. "You changed my designs?! YOU changed MY designs?!!!!" I remember ducking under the table, but after that, nothing. I woke up. The room was black, empty, except for

that smell. I knew that smell. It reminded me of something I used to love. Something that now, in the face of everything that's happened, was mocking me. I got up, and shook myself

angrily. I knew that smell! All I had to do was figure out what it was, why I was here, where I was, and then I could escape. I pounded the walls, frustrated. "Let me out!" I excla

it gave with a satisfying crunch. Under it was a lamp. Perhaps a Genie lamp? I rubbed it to a high gloss. Out came a man. "I am the janitor of the dungeon. Stop doing my job!" Stuc

k at how to respond I sheepishly handed him the glossy lamp. He just took it & threw it into a corner with all of the other non-Genie lamps. Somewhere deep in the dungeon a sigh.