Speaking of ideas, if you are a parent; well, there's no better (at least, not by much) place to turn to for ideas than a conversation with your kids. Did you know, they say the darnedest things? Crazy.
For example, a conversation I had the other day with my eldest son Elias (he's nine): A strange low grinding noise comes from the refrigerator as we're standing next to it. He looks at me, startled. Elias: (nervously)What was that? Me: Oh, don't worry. That's just the demon that lives in our fridge. *It's probably needless to mention here that I am absolutely the best Mom in the world, ever.* Elias: (skeptically) Sure. Me: No, really. His name is Zeul. Elias: (joining in the joke) No, it's not. It's Argol. Me: No... there is no Argol. Only Zeul. From here, things bantered for a while in a way that I can't remember specifically, more's the pity. Eventually, though, we decided that Argol is here on a visit, staying with his cousin Zeul. Since Argol is from a small far-off section of the nether regions (as it were), he is not familiar with the ways of demons here in America. Much hilarity ensues: The door opens. Zeul walks in, looks around, and shakes his head in despair. Zeul: Argol... you were supposed to eat your victims, not string them up and rip out their entrails! Now I'll never get this mess out of the carpet! Argol: (puts his hands up with a slight shrug, endearing grin, and extremely vague Eastern European style accent) Oooops. Is my bad! *audience laughter and applause* Cultural clashes, always good for a laugh. I think we've got something here.
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