Oooooo.... Quack: a power supply. Bet that could tell as story! I like stories. More Oscar Wilde, I think....
“Miss Prism: Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days.
Cecily: Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.
Miss Prism: The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”
(How many volumes of Quack! of the Day could I write....?)