You have been working on your fantasy romance novel for months, investing all of your creative energy into crafting a compelling story with complex characters. One of the villains in your book was particularly problematic, and you spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out how to get rid of him in a satisfying way.

The previous night, you finally found a solution. You decided that the villain would die in an unconventional way, in a fashion that would leave him humiliated and defeated. As you added the finishing touches to your idea, you felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you had given your villain the punishment he deserved. You woke up the next morning to find the villain standing before you, looking at you with a confused and angry expression.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, his voice filled with indignation. "I am not a character in some silly book for you to dispatch as you see fit! I'm a powerful and dangerous villain, and you have no right to end my story in such a ridiculous way."