| You're at the top of
the castle, on the roof. There are shingles,
a sub-machine gun, a gorgeous
and wealthy and available member of the opposite sex, a weather
vane, a fondue set, and a book, Harry
Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
"This doesn't make any sense!" you cry. You return to Cave #14. Driven to despondency by the inanity of it all, you jump to your death. |