Well on with the story, and enough about snakes. I wandered o'er hill and dale, through valley and mountain alike. Oh boy did I wander. You know, it reminds me of a story about German llamas assaulting a fish, but that's another story, and shan't be recounted here. I had been wandering far and wide when I noticed that the sun had start to set. This came as quite a shock to me, as I had ever had much experience with working in the dark before. If I was to make the most of what light I had left, I had to work fast. it took me a few minutes to invent the wheel, then it wasn't too long until I had invented electricity, light, the Internet, and a small Asian man named Stu (I wasn't good at cooking yet). After a few more tries I eventually invented the stew that I was after in the first place. It was a hearty beef broth if my memory serves me correctly (and if it doesn't, then it's fired. You're on your last warning, memory.)

The next day I awoke to the sounds of a mighty battle raging. The Nords had attacked from the east, catching the mighty Aztec's COMPLETELY off guard! Mainly because the Nords had never attacked the Aztec's before. I pulled out my broadsword and finished off the Stu's (I'd decided that they were in actual fact the cause of the commotion. They didn't play poker fairly, and had managed to fleece both the Nords and the Aztecs, and somehow convinced them to fight for their own amusement). I was distressed. I'd just killed the left overs, and was still no closer to finding this (what I was now convinced was mythical) world. That was when the watermelon dropped.

That, however is another story and shan't be recounted here.

THE END!

Now, wasn't that a lovely story? What? It had nothing to do with llamas of ANY origin, let alone German, and even less to do with assaulted fish? Well I can't help you then. You just have to read the story BETWEEN the lines.

Look, if you're not going to make the effort, I give up.

Fuck off. Never ask for another story again, or you might just get fish...

oh.. wait...