In his lifetime, he had asked for an expert's help three times. The first time he had gotten the tall expert, the second time he had gotten 'Pretty Lady' and it looked like this time he had gotten her again! His heart aching, the old gentleman wondered if it was about time for him to pass the mantle onto the next generation. His old heart really couldn't take these d*mn experts, and he was finally starting to understand the look of pity on his predecessor's face when he had passed the role along.
The last time he had met the 'Pretty Lady' he had woken up in bed next to beautiful female figures every morning for a month in a row! But the infuriating part was that they were all wooden dolls. F*ck, although he was virtuous and didn't want to actually wake up next to a random woman in the morning, what in the world was he supposed to do with life-sized wooden dolls? No matter if he kept them or threw them out, how f*cking embarrassing was that?
