The Awakening

And then i awoke. The pungent smell of cartilage was all around me and it seemed that somehow i had been enlightened by the deep sleep into which i had inexplicably fallen. I had a good old scratch. It felt good. I had another one. once i had finished my pavlova i threw the carton in the bin, commenting on how strange it was that i had a pavlova and that it was in a carton.



And then i realised "Oh, pool"

I had forgotten the purpose of my expedition.

All i had was a stinky pundy old blazer and a huge, elongated rod... of parmesan. Once again i noted that parmesan doesn't come in rods. It must be one of a kind.



I knew who i must find to recover my identity, my purpose! There was one name in my head.



THE ALMIGHTY LLAMA (ALL HAIL)



Then, like an ornamental cornea, Llama spoketh unto me once more...