Once upon a time at a party, I spotted the Diddler, grinning wide and brimming with energy, ready to make his grand entrance. As the crowd buzzed around him, he scanned the room and locked eyes with me, standing alone in the corner.

With a smooth stride, he made his way over, a drink in hand. He offered it to me, his smile warm yet mischievous. Leaning in close, he whispered in a low, velvety voice, "Time to get oiled up, little one. The Diddler is ready to feast."

And you know what? In that moment, surrounded by glitz, glamour, and an undeniable sense of absurdity, I thought to myself: This... this is what makes life truly beautiful.