Swiftly, I walked down the abandoned, dusty street texting Stephen when all of a sudden three weird statues jumped out at me demanding that I take a selfie with them. Being as fabulous as I am I took a selfie with them. After that we ventured to Stephens house. Soon we were outside and without a moments hesitation we knocked. Stephen came out feeling okay however when he saw the ancient statues he must have been so scared that he trembled to the ground uncontrollably. I called an ambulance. Unfortunately, he spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.