Just sent the last parts of the gods off to Rapunzel, the mercurial, hyper-smart and often un-contactable techie-person who builds my website.
She really does live in a tower, carved out of stone with slit-windows and a drawbridge and stuff, and she really is imprisoned by a dwarf, but sometimes I don’t think she really wants to escape; all that business with growing her hair all the way down to the ground, I don’t think she can quite be bothered; to be honest, I think she quite likes it where she is.
The tower’s got all mod-cons. It’s online. Last I heard, it had a Mercedes in the drive.