"I thusly haveth an idea" sayeth Brian the Wise unto the Camel.

"Well I guesseth that something must come of these endless hours stuck way out here in the bloody desert! Pray telleth me, oh terribly wise one, what is this brilliant idea?" sayeth the Camel sarastically for He weret fed up with trekking through the desert every time Brian the Wise felt like sulkething.

"Thee hath decided to stage some games of olympic proportions to entertaineth the plebians and to ensure-eth that they doeth not becometh bored and starteth misbehaving. Thee thinketh Thee shall calleth these games - The Quolympic Games! And theyeth shall thusly be-eth an annual event. This year, the games shalleth be known as The Games of the First Quolympiad. And all the athletes from across the Lands shall competeth for Gold, Bronzeth and Silver and Thee shall thusly arrangeth a biggus Opening Ceremony with much pomp and gloryeth!" decreed Brian the Wise.

"Where the hell didst Thou getteth an idea liketh that!" sayeth the Camel.

"Thee art verily wise, oh camel, and do-eth not forgetteth it!" sneered Brian the Wise.

"But of course-eth" sayeth the camel, 'now can we please getteth out of here and back unto civilisation? Thee art covered with mosquito bites and thy balls art sunburnt!"

"Yea! Lo! Away Camel, there art mucheth to be-eth done!" commanded Brian the Wise as He mounted the Camel.