Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a place not far away, but not too close by, there lived a little elf prince named Shmapunzel. Now this was waaaaaaay before there was anything to touch besides the thing you touch before falling asleep. The one thing that everyone touches – The I-Touch – when you touch yourself.
Now Shmapunzel had been given a new toy, a wooden gadget what-not, which kept him quite the pre-occupied little elf – playing with it so much he found he couln’t fall asleep. He would twist it and turn it, knocking out the pieces and putting them back together; oh, it was a brilliant wooden little game – the W-Touch, it was called, for some strange reason.
Well one night, while