I wheel the bike up to his undisclosed location, and, spying me from the window, he springs out the front door and jogs up to meet me. Laughing, he picks me up and twirls me around, as robins twitter and the sky glows cobalt blue.
So GOTH MINISTER ran away crying. Then he decided to wander the streets, looking for a person who knew internet. But no one wanted to help GOTH MINISTER, because he was too GOTH, and also TOO MINISTER.