Max and Meryl were speechless. Their brains couldn’t even begin to process the inqueriments for endless screaming, so they stood there, dumbfolded and shaking.

The Ratman, however, was in perfect calmness. Elegantly sat on a big chair at the middle of the room, he waited patiently for his guests to stop flipping the frick out.

It took far more time than expected, but he didn’t seemed to be any upset by this minor setback. Time was not a concept to hold any care, as his guests would soon come to comprehend.

Everything that was supposed to happen, WILL happen, when time comes for the appropriated outcome.

Paradoxically, everything that is NOT supposed to happen, WILL ALSO HAPPEN, often simultaneously to the heralded events.

So, all things considered, it is a logical conclusion one must reach: why do even bother?

It wouldn’t hurt, however to greet them one more time. In fact, this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

“Welcome, Max the Boy and Meryl the Mole.”

They finally stepped out of their stupor, and proceeded to take the most logical course of action. Which was scream.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

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