"So there I were, lime green paint in my pants and spaghetti hanging out of my pockets. I never thought urban archeologist George would be the man who fed charcoal to my ants. This all would never had happened if I just listened to what Isaac would say, he already told me once, about twelve years ago in his chamber. He told me:
"ಚೀಸ್ ಅನ್ನು ತಿನ್ನಿರಿ ಅಥವಾ ಚೀಸ್ ಅನ್ನು ತಿನ್ನಬೇಡಿ ಆಯ್ಕೆಯು ನಿಮ್ಮದಾಗಿದೆ ಆದರೆ ನಿಮಗೆ ಎಂದಿಗೂ ಆಯ್ಕೆಯಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ನೆನಪಿಡಿ"
That was when I realised who I had to meet. I ventured four months in the Himalayan mountains just to meet a foreighn French toast maker. Only for him to tell me I was in the wrong state. So I walked even more and got to Mongoslovakian city of Grunker. There, I finally met Oshaka, the worlds best Tennis coach. She also said I was in the wrong state so once again I walked, through the deepest of trenches, up the tallest mountains. After Eight years of walking, I fell to the ground. I looked up to the skies, yelled at the sky:
"What must I do? What shall I do? Nothing I do satisfies you!"
I hear a banging sound!
I sit up and look to my left, there was the psychiatry worker waking me up. Turns out the medecine in this asylum is very very strong."