My gag reflex kicks in and projectiles me out of the pit, propelling through the air, landing on the summit finishing with a pirouette like a graceful ballerina so comfortable and confident I am in my abilities. A god you say old man? An unreasonably high sense of self importance for someone who requires candy to attract strangers. I will not be fooled. I have a chocolate supply so large it would make Willy Wonka blush, just ask my friend in the pit *pat's Limes head as she takes all the dildos emptying her mouth occasionally to munch on a truffle*.
I look across at you proclaiming to be a being sent from the sky. "Aha a false god! I think you were asleep too long my friend, your brain is still foggy".
*Pulls the lever to the side of me*, unleashing my chocolate reservoir that cascades like the River Nile under you, washing you and your sleepy dreams of ever owning this hill away!
This is MY HILL!
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