Being secluded from the rest of humanity was a feat that proved itself to be one of great pleasure for Monty. Monty enjoyed the subtle silence and overwhelming sounds of nothing but his own voice in his own head in his own land. The thought of regular social consumption seemed like the most evil of ideas man had created. Monty truly believed that he needed no other person but himself. He dreamed the idea of the outside coming in and only ever wanted to be in contact with himself and the small voices in his head that kept him company. The voices, he so nobly named 1, 2, and 3, were the wicked catalysts that pushed Monty to his aggression when his space was violated. Alone in a quiet cave in a desolate desert, Monty hated when the visiting tourists would get anywhere near his humble abode. One day, a young girl and her family came to see the beautiful sites that Monty’s desert contained. The little girl was full of joy and excitement, for this was her first trip away from her o...