Bad Analogies Scene 6

The Dark Lord drummed his fingers, then stopped.

“Well, have you decided?”

Stan put his head in his hands. His thoughts swirled together like an awkward fire swimming in circles.

“Oh, come now,” said the Dark Lord, “it’s not that complicated. Just pick one.” He sat back placidly in his jeweled throne and gestured toward the doors with a languid hand. He looked like a lavish mountain paying bills.

Oh sure, thought Stan. Not complicated. It’s just life and death, after all.

As if they’d heard his