Bultoon needed new eyewear. The shirt he had on his eyes now was old, and looking worn. He went into the Eyes-For-Guys shop and began looking around.
There he met up with a new kind of garment called a Spre-ex. It explained that it was not like other garments, for it could only be worn when the moon had been filled with a new sort of liquid called Spre-ila. Bultoon nodded his understanding and his determination.
He had only come in for a new suit for his eyes, but this new product had captured his imagination. Determined to get it back, Bultoon raised a small army, and headed north, towards the Spre-base.
"Let her out!" he screamed at the enemy commander, amid the volleys of diseased animal and plant flesh. "She's still back at the store!" yelped the enemy commander, from beneath a simmering pile of rotting duck teeth.
"Oh" cried Bultoon, dismissing his troops. He went back to the Eyes-For-Guys shop, and bought that suit. His eyes loved him, and he forgot all about his imagination.
FOR NOW.