A time long ago, an erstwhile young dandy in a thriving shire shuttered the edifice of home, a monument to the ruins of love, and sought refuge in the snow capped mountains to the North.
He braved the scorn and contempt of the Wicked Queen and her despondent frail King, the violent temperament of the Mother of Bastards, and looked on in vain as the Fairy Princess, surrounded by the motley gaggle of dour, grew dark and bitter.
The dandy maintained the trappings of his kind, and sought to add light and beauty (with a keen sense of seating placement) to the foreboding Cave of Wonder.
Fecunt in the ways of the craftsmen, he sat defeated at the base of the metal platform meant to aid in the blocking of the cold.
Suddenly, the dandy remembered the lore of his people - "Never cry unless it is a part in a play." The dandy knew not of the thespian ways and could not shed but a tear, for the Evil Queen had long since robbed him of such release
"To wit, I'll show the Evil Queen and the frail King!" cried the young dandy.
He donned the magic haberdashery from the Wizard Gucci, and called upon a strange contraption for advice...
...
"I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind"
...
The cries of the stranger lifted the dandy on wings of inspiration, and the problem he did solve...
Joey 1, Insulation 0.
Motherfucker, think I'm playin'!