And so he did wonder through the dessert for twelve days and twelve nights, seeking an end to his people's suffering, and on the thirteenth night a not quite heavenly but most definitely disembodied voice spoketh: "That's not how you spell 'desert'. You're not making a pilgrimage through a coconut cream-pie, are you?" And upon hearing this, the man was frustrated, and he did respond to Her, (for the voice was most definitely a female),
"Ummm, I'm fairly certain it's got a second S. And shouldn't you be delivering some ageless words of wisdom or something, I mean, do all deities keep themselves entertained correcting the spelling of their followers?" And She did respond in huffy and not entirely friendly tone,
"No, it's got one s, like in 'Ulyses'. And by the way, you don't 'wonder' through something unless it's metaphysics. Not all deities have such a sloppy following." And the end part she did deliver with great sass. And the man thought long and hard, before shouting in a upward direction,
"Hasn't Ulysses got a second s, too?" And with that he did find himself up to his knees in a delicious peanut butter parfait. That's what you get for arguing with disembodied voices.
- As translated from the original Albanian text by
Prime Minister Fatty McGee, The Electrified Discotheque of The Last Original
Radical Thought and Transcendence of Animation