"OK." So I growl and approach.
"No, daddy. The monster lives over there around the corner."
"OK." I retreat behind the corner and then begin another growling approach.
"No, silly monster. The monster stays in its home all the time."
"Well then why doesn't the monster just live inside on the couch?"
"OK."
Perfect.
1 comment:
It's not often the games work out that well. Great story.
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