"How odd," he said. He shifted from one foot to the other. The eagle stared at him. He ignored it. He had a flashback to when he was seven, or when his mother was seven, more specifically. She was unusually mature for her age, resembling a 35-year old woman. That is to say, her tongue was several meters long. He appreciated this. He remembered a time when they were in the Sahara. She allowed him to feed on her tongue for weeks. Then a sudden hush encircled them, rather omninously. He looked up and stared into its hideous black eyes. He was quite relieved when he snapped, curiously suicidally, into a flash forward, thus revealing his escape from the hideous black beast.
Seeing his happy fate, the man relaxed and offered his arm to the beast. The beast ate it. The man's name is Balrel, I might add. The man's name is Balrel. Yes, I did. Suddenly, they both fell out of the tree.
"Womb," shouted an otherwise boring individual. A small group of odd people thought, "Hey, he is quite kay-zero-zero-ell. Let's worship him." Suddenly, the entire earth was covered with carpet which was beige.
People then thought about various witty things about carpets, and did them.