Winston and Rachel are people. They're nice people. But one day, they realize that the queen is going to be kidnapped and cannot protect herself. So, they set off on an adventure to save the queen. The story is not that of romance, adventure, or discovering one's true potential. It's just a story - nothing more. However, maybe if you want to imagine that the story is about two lesbian girls who want to find a pornographer to record their sexual episodes, well go ahead. Maybe you want to imagine a pink truck and a green truck. They sit there, unharmed. The pink truck blows up. People begin to ask themselves "Why DID I leave the toaster on that night? Perhaps it could've saved my spouse from a fiery death. Then again, they might've died an even worse death, regardless." You know, this is your life, you do whatever you want. If you want to become Shaquille O'Neal, go ahead an tell your parents, "I wanna be black. I wanna make me hair all nappy n such. I wanna grow real tall and shoot hoops. I wanna grow a big, black dick and fuck girls 'coz I'm a celebrity. I have dreams mom and dad. I have dreams, too. I don't want to live in the suburbia all my life! I want to go out and see the world and shower with other black basketball players and drop the soap in the shower room!" And then, your understanding parents will say, "Oh, dearie. Dearie, dear. We want you to have these things." Then they will hold you close and begin to cry and you'll all sit on the floor, in each other's arms, hoping for the best. Then your parents will reveal to you that they were the two lesbians mentioned earlier and that they'll whore themselves so you'll become rich and famous, no matter how badly it hurts when they're getting wine bottles shoved up their orifices for money. God gave people feet. They never came with instructions, but we use them anyways. Do what you want with them.