Highlander University

An alternate universe Otavio Consone was in a terrible mood. One woman after another had rejected his smooth advances, choosing men of less taste, less presence, less charisma. He entered the salle and demanded a partner to engage in mock battle with him in the Mysterious Circle. Since he was the acknowledged master of the Mysterious Circle, and known to have a violent temper (especially having just been rejected again), no one would volunteer. Consone stormed and ranted, demanding that someone, anyone meet him in the Circle. No one complied.

A six-year-old girl stepped away from the group of men who were trying to ignore Consone's angry ravings. She held a bottle of Coca Cola in one hand. "Here, Mr. Consone, you can have my Coke," she said, offering him the bottle.

He ignored her with an aristocratic toss of his well-manicured head.

"No, really ... you can have it."

She offered the bottle again, and this time he took the bottle, drank it down to the dregs.

The little girl turned to walk away.

"Hey kid," Consone said, belching aristocratically.

The little girl stopped and turned to regard him, a sober look on her face.

"Thanks." Consone tossed her a silk scarf he had been wearing around his neck.

"I spit in the Coke," the little girl said, catching the scarf and walking away.

"AIIIYYYYEEEEEEE!" Consone screamed, once again having been bested by a female. He vowed to never again let a woman have the upper hand. He left the salle, muttering imprecations and oaths.

A woman stood outside the salle door. Slender to the point of pain, but with large breasts and a come-hither smile. "Hi, Consone. Why don't you come up and see me sometime?"

"Amanda?"

Consone turned on his heel and ran like a thief, joined a monastery, and lived a cloistered life devoted to prayer.

Was this a good thing?