It was 2123hrs and the air was thick with the sweet, heady perfume of victory. Dust particles lit up the air like glitter in a snow globe. Beams of light pierced their eyes from the haze that surrounded a distorted human like figure, arms outstretched, the way sunlight escapes cloud cover.

It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop, then the trumpeting sound of hallelujahs hit them with increasing volume, and they could all smell what was coming their way.

Wearing this shirt, and only this shirt, he appeared and said, in the deepest octave that even whales could hear.....

“Dinner is served”.