Ralph's parents watched their 20 year old

Ralph's parents watched their 20 year old son play with building blocks. Earlier he explained he was making a castle. Ralph's parents thought their son was a loser.
Boy were they wrong! By age 23, Ralph had constructed the world's largest lego castle, big enough to give shelter to all the homeless people in Des Moines.After that accomplishment
he opened several 24-hour kitchens powered entirely by easy-bake ovens that totally wiped out hunger in Polk County. Ralph was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize but his focus was
on research into skin grafts and finger replacements for easy-bake oven injuries. The baboons at the research station in Polk County were restless. Ralph stroked their fingerless
oven mitts, eyeing their hairy, human-like fingers protruding from the ends and curved around the metal bars. One had exceptionally long fingernails that appeared to be painted
with the Canadian flag on it. The curves. The hair. Giant nails. It all added up to one thing: sloth. The Vice Chancellor was coming for diner, and bringing that toady dreadful wif
e-beating thug bodyguard of his, the one with the mole on his eyeball. "Diner. The blu-ray disc, not DVD. Now!" The thug slapped a palm with a blackjack and spit onto my Persian
Rug. I grabbed my silver hammer, like Sir Maxwell, and made bloody sure that he was dead. Then, I morphed myself into a rabbit and vanished down the hole to join my friend Peter!
Peter, however, clearly had other plans: by the time I'd gotten to the bottom of the hole I couldn't see him anywhere, only a threatening letter to the king, convincing me he was
king. Really, I didn't need Peter to tell me what I already knew, and that explains my rather curt reply, your honor. It was just the wrong day to send that sort of correspondence.

Started: 2013-02-07 09:10:49
Finished: 2016-05-26 15:55:08

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