This was something he had not expected. He had hoped to be a poor slob all of his life and now he was in a room where the first words spoken by the woman who he had become addicted to were "Once upon a time, there was a Man who, once he became absorbed by this high-octane fuel tank of volatile emotions called Woman, became the currency his secret code issued forth on. This was the ur-sexual dream come true and now that once upon a time was behind them, there were no more rooms to enter. Is there a door back out? Look around. There are no doors. Just wires and vulva. We're stuck in once upon a time. No exit. Just burnt candy dreams."