I looked upon the field, beholding the dazzling countenance of he that is all things shining in the NFL...
and I was awed, humbled. Never having seen the like, I attempted to get closer in order to see.
But the fire of his essence scorched me. So much brilliance, my mortal shell was overwhelmed.
And so I returned to the land of men and masses, content with my place in the scheme of the universe. My brethren and I gathered at the glen later to make sacrifice to Peiton Manling. Hopefully he will be pleased and find us worthy. The fields are dry, our farms barren. Five pigs will be tossed into the volcano at midnight.