Conan the barbarian is informed at the other end of the world, there is a very tall mountain and on it’s summit there is a castle where an elderly sage lives who holds the absolute secret of life’s collective wisdom. He prepares his gear, straps on his shield, harnesses his sword and, wears his little underwear made of fur and starts making his way towards the mountain. He crosses the Desert of Thirst, the Bottomless Ravine, the Thousand Wishes Well and after a 100 day journey trough the Tundra of zero degrees on the Kelvin scale, he reaches the foot of the Mountain of Wisdom, barely visible behind a thick vale of clouds and fog. He begins his ascent, flexing his biceps, his veins popping-out while all the time his little fur underwear protects him from the cold. He roars when, in a complete state of fatigue following the long ascent, he reaches the summit with the old sage’s castle, appearing completely impenetrable, in full view. The wooden gate is closed but he knocks it down roaring, with a blow of his shield. The next gate, even heavier, requires an even stronger blow. The third, made of steel, is knocked down after a second attempt. The final ultra-heavy and thick steel door collapses noisily as Conan’s roar breaks the silence of the cold circular room, where the old sage is meditating with his fingers joined under his chin, sitting on this throne. Conan approaches the center of the room and places his weapons at the feet of the elderly sage. - Respect, old man. They told me that you possess the secret of all secrets.. - There are door knobs, Conan. - You speak in riddles, old man...
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