It is Mid-afternoon, and you are on a walk, just to take a walk. There is nothing going on, and you are off from your work for the day, due to an incident involving coffee, and your lap. Partly due to a fellow employee's clumsiness. Fair enough, you are on your undetermined walk. You have no goal, or destination. You are walking. The sun is on you, and it feels fantastic, especially with the mild breeze catching your head in just the right way that it almost massages you. But, soon you see the sun setting, and decide that it is time to return home, and so you do so. It is a quiet day, so your objective isn't that hard to achieve, and thus you make it home at a beautiful sunset. However, the moment you get in the door and begin your walk-in ritual. There is a knock at the door. You figure, it is Ups doing a late delievery and hope that they will just leave the package at the door. But, this being your luck, it is not. The doorbell rings. This forces you to call out "Who is it?!", to which you receive no reply. Now, ontop of the doorbell ringing, the knocking returns. You in your infinite wisdom come to the door, and look through the peephole. Then the knocking, and ringing stops. There is an withered old man at your doorstep, and he looks as if he may not have had a bite to eat in quite some time. However, you ponder to yourself, if you should even let this man in, despite his attempts to get your attention, it is late at night after all... This man, could be concealing a weapon, or worse... a subpoena. After the master debating you have with yourself, you finally decide to open the door... just a smudge though, peeking your eyes out onto the old man, and looking down at him, who smiles up to you, and in a kind voice: " Hello sir/madame, I am here to offer you the grandest thing you may ever have in your possesion, a gamble however despite my state, however it will be the best of fates, if you decide to trust in me. However, for my magic there will be a fee to create for thee anything of which you desire, but only toys i'm afraid, and only five as I am not a slave. Will you wager your entire collection, for five molds made for perfection. This is no scam, as I am sure you are thinking. Just a barter, and an offering. For, I gain nothing out of this, but your despair, followed by joy, so allow me to make you, the ultimate toys."________________________________________________________________ Would you take his offer? Throwing your entire collection into a melting pot. For five toys of any size,shape, texture, and fixings? Or would you pass it up, and possibly bludgeon him upside his head with a golf club, and call the police? If you did take the old man's offer, what would you make?