My mandarin explains all this to the chorus, which already knows it of course, but the audience gets to hear, too. Then he explains it again halfway i...to the second act, just in case some numbnuts in the box seats wasn't paying attention the first time around.Opera plots get pretty weird. I mean, why would any guy in his right mind play this kind of a stacked deck? And three riddles; even the sphinx is supposed to have given just one. Well, Puccini, who wrote it, tries to get around this by. Trust, but verify is a good motto. I made it mine. Except for the trust part. I didn’t do that.“But don’t get me wrong, my ignoring and putting aside your little affair – five minutes or a whole night – did come with a price, because that balanced the scales again. Anything else from you and the scales would tip, and you would be out of my life faster than a piece of well-squeezed wet soap.”The button was pressed for the end of the first movement.When the last note died away, I heard her high. Mere uncle, mere teacher, meri dost ke papa, ek budha jo mujhe garden me joging karte wakht mila, bahot sare; kuch logo ko yeh life story fake lagegi, par jise mane hai mania, jise nahi manna mat maniye.Pichle story mein mane bataya ki kase mere uncle ne mujhe dhire dhire apne havas ka sikar banna suru kar diya, iss story main mein bataungi ki kase mane apni verginity khoi apni birthday ke din.Mera vacation khatam hone wala tha, par fir bhi mere uncle khus ho rahe the, mujhe pata nahi chal. Tests to prove I was a descendant of Krab? I wished we brought the feyhound. Then I’d show this annoying girl. I would imbue the feyhound and show her my prowess. I’d mount her and fuck her and make her explode on my wooden cock.That would show her.The workshop was a cluttered affair. There were several rough tables and workbenches scattered throughout the room. A variety of dildos in various shapes and styles covered one table, all in different stages of shaping, some rough phallus, others.