CHAPTER 3
Once upon a time, there was a banana. His name was The Dancing Banana. The Dancing Banana was pretty much an average banana, except he was a dancing banana (obviously). He was pretty poor. He made a living by dancing on the streets. He even had a song to go with it. All he did every day was get up, dance, and go to sleep. He was very tired when he got home every day. One average day, he was having his lunch brake, when all of a sudden, God came down from the sky and said, O thou holy banana, you are hereby endowed with all my Godly powers. Then God disappeared with a slight popping sound. Fred was amazed. Here he was, drinking his soup, when God appears and gives him all his powers. He's just and average banana, right? Well not anymore! The first thing he did was to give himself super-dancing abilities, and that anyone who watches him dance is hypnotized and gives him all their money. He was soon living in bliss. He only had to dance for an hour and he would get thousands of dollars. But after a while he felt bad about taking everyone's money. But since he now was so rich and lazy, he did nothing to give it back. Soon he got bored of this life-style and made himself a crown. With his Godly powers he created Mount Olympus and gave himself a thrown on top of it. He summoned a magic mage-phone and said into it, "I am now ruler of all you puny humans, so BOW DOWN!" They all bowed to his supreme greatness. He lived this way for years, until one day, he was having his servants peel grapes and feed them to him, when all of a sudden, God came down from the heavens and said: "I like your style of smiting people. We should be partners in ruling." "NEVER!" shouted The Great Banana. And with that God was smited, and all bananas lived happily ever after, while all humans that didn't give The Dancing Banana the tips he deserved were smashed by anvils coming down on all of their heads and laser beams and just plain old spontaneously combusting and random other death-causing ailments.