The Warlock

It was a positively cold autumn day when the shy warlock entered the salloon.  Orange, yellow and red leaves were falling in patterns on its roof, and had covered the dirt road completely.  The bar was oriental in appearance, and a faint smell of opium was protruding from within.  He walks up to the bar and a pretty Japanese girl in her early 20s greets him.  He orders a glass of Shlampey on the rocks, and lights up a cigarracka.  Puff, puff goes the magic lungs, poisoning the air with a seductive aroma, tantalising the bartender and making her even sexier in the soft lighting strategically placed around the room.

She gasps and blushes and catches the shy warlock's eye in the deep end.  He puts the eye spell on her, with a +1 charm on his silver necklace that glistens even more in the smoke.  And then as quick as you can say 'crackity goes the snap tongs' she fell into his arms, her slenderly beautiful body clicking into his and assuming the appropriate position.

They were spinning around and around, faster and faster until the bar became a blur of colours, mainly the orange yellow of the candles and fireplace.  She starts to sing in ecstasy, in the forbidden scale, and the notes enter the warlock's eye and melt him in two.  They fly upwards, still spinning, out of the bar and into the void where all emotion is drained out to fill the empty yin yangs, and the ego is extracted by godlike beings with arms made of wisp and multi-tools built into them.  The beings have an infinite amount of faces which somehow you can see all at once, and it makes you feel comfortable.  They poke and prod you as if you were abducted by aliens, but inject you with good happy feelings, better than you've ever felt before.

The beings start to sing out and cheer in strange tongues whilst spinning around you, their infinite faces all displaying pleasure.  Cosmic balloons and streamers fall all around them, and the beings momentarily transform into slot machines which ding and beep with 'WINNING' displayed on the screen.  They extend their long theoretical arms out and hold the warlock and the girl in a forcefield made of magnetic quantam, gently carrying them back down through space and time and relativity, back down into the bar, while the spinning gradually slows down and comes to a complete stop. The girl gives one final moan of pleasure and looks so incredibly sexy in that one moment that everyone else in the bar spontaneously combusts and god kills itself.  They stare into each other's eyes, deeply connected. 

And then just before this scene ends, a nearby cartoon frog exclaims 'I'll have what she's having' and winks into the camera.