Head reeling, he watched her slumped figure

Head reeling, he watched her slumped figure disappear into nothingness. "Could it be?" He thought to himself, almost laughing at how ridiculous his explanation was for what he saw.

. "Well could I still date her?" he whined. His uncle pondered, "As long as you are home by curfew and you don't sign away your soul to that hell-spawn trollop." ... "Agreed."

As soon as they met for their date, she whipped out the contract & he unhesitatingly signed in blood. "My uncle calls you a hell-spawn trollop." She grinned roguishly. "Astute man,

he loves a right trollop does your uncle if I recall." I started to have doubts, but she'd stuffed the contract in her handbag & snapped it shut. "Let's have champagne to celebrate

Having found you and the remote that you have. "One remote to bind them and in all multiverses find them." "Surely you really don't believe in that old acorn, The One Remote," I as

the architect surmised. But who am I? The architect. There must have been one before me.

It is all moot now. I had to change the building design to survive earthquakes. The first earthquake proof building in the Kingdom of Onions. I won an award for my work in 2016.

Later that year we had a sizable earthquake and my earthquake-proof building became the largest serving of onion dip, ever. People with corn chips came from miles around to enjoy

my earthquake proof building. They consumed the whole of it leaving me to shower publicly. I flat refused and created a castle in the sky instead. And we all know how that ended.