Something terrible happend, my uncle was diging a nulear bomb shelter in the garden... and then he become too gready an started diging and diging and then he was gone... he slipt into space and disapeard forever... his last words were ... i finaly did it ... proven my theory...
Now we have a big hole in the garden on top wich we build a field toilete and its the best damm toilete in this flat world...