Under direction from the EXTERIOR Purpose, our hero's calamity became more manifest as the ever expanding rotations continued. Without abate the bananas fell and all the wonderful consciousness of the ulterior motive underwent miraculous transformation into a resplendent manufacture. Those who witnessed the exotic activity were forever altered and could from that day forth perceive happenings in the 33rd Dimensional Vortex. And our hero? What little rationality remained was stored in a locked cardbox, buried in an undisclosed location, making it a long and arduous journey ahead.