"I'm the janitor of God. I know. I know how you feel. They came to me about a year ago. I was sitting on the john, having a really satisfying bowel movement. Those ones that border on mystical, where you're like, "Oooooohhhh!" And there they were. Hundreds of the cutest little fat people floating right in front of me. It was wonderful. And then, they spoke. And they said that I had been chosen to get back something very special that he had lost. My part will be very dangerous. I said, "Whoa! Hold it right there." I mean... If you see floating little fat people say you're on a mission from God, they'll slap you some heavy Thorazine. I said, "Give me a sign." And they said, "Look in Progressive Architecture, February '88, page 33." That's pretty specific, huh?" "This incredible woman going to waste before my very eyes. No, this is outrageous! I will not hear this. No! No, come on. I am your man, then! Let's do it right here! Let's go to that place of splendor in the grass! Behold my magic wand and free your golden orbs right now!" © Fisher King