Two humps Spurt on my back. A slaving, bone dry camel I am in this feverish desert of the night. Through this ocean of sand, maroon sky, and Black Sun I crumble and crawl.
My mammoth-teeth filled mouth aches for a droplet of what seems is mere ether here in my hobgoblin realm. My thorn spiked hooves slip, slip, through the colossal, monumental mountain waves.
In a thirsting, ******* crave, I lay on a cold patch and I feel, feel my hands, I catch a breath that isn't chundered with dust, and I doze off.
But my master and God has a loathing for the sloth, so he sends his Black Sun to smoulder my carcass and he strings for Two humps to spurt on my back.