There he is- the Lord of Nulth. Just about to open the mysterious sack full of mystery. Stunned, amazed, astonished, he whipped it out of one of the guard’s stiff hand. The kicking and screaming was endless like a corridor, which leads to nowhere. Without warning, the Lord’s stomach tightened. Was it the end of him? The Lord’s head was spinning- he didn’t know if he should open the sack. As fast as a firework, he let free the screaming something. It was a fury ball of cotton. It was angry. In the speed of light the Lord and his guards were gone.