Wait! The curse amplifies insecurity . What if we… don’t fight it? What if we accept the thing we’re ashamed of?
Professor. Welcome to my… burdens. I need you to verify that the manor’s original architect was indeed Dr. Morbidus. If so, the historical society will finally let me demolish this cursed heap. My spine can’t take another century.
Your “enhancement elixirs” have turned my wife into a woman of… unprecedented frontage! She can’t fit through the door! misadventures megaboob manor
INT. MANOR - KITCHEN - NIGHT A janitor (unseen until now) opens a refrigerator. Inside: the Heart of Amplification —now the size of a golf ball—sits in an egg cup. It pulses once. The janitor’s pants suddenly become comically, absurdly tight in the seat. He looks at the camera, sighs, and says: “Not again.”
I curse this house! Any who dwell within shall find their most embarrassing assets… magnified ! Their hungers… insatiable ! Let the manor feed on your desires! What if we accept the thing we’re ashamed of
(laughs) I’ll pay you in self-respect. And also cash. The cash is in the pantry.
“Big laughs. Bigger problems.”
Lightning strikes the domed towers. They glow pink. Fade to black.
In a moment of genuine heart, Alistair removes his (giant) glasses. He admits: “I’ve never felt adequate. Not as a scholar. Not as a man. But this house—it’s just a mirror.” I need you to verify that the manor’s