"Whereforeart Thy epiphany?" He cried.

Dazed and confusedeth He wandered off unto the dunes.

"Water-eth!" He cried, "Water-eth!" and He fell upon His knees. Death wert verily near He wert sure.

Suddenly a vision appeareth before Him.

"Crikey!" sayeth the vision, "What type of hunter art Thee?"

"Thee art thusly the Epiphany Hunter!" sayeth Brian the Wise weakly, "Giveth unto Thee water-eth!"

"Oh dear! His tongues swollen Terri and he's got a hell of a lisp, I can't understand a word he says" sayeth the vison.

"Thou art dehydratedeth and that sniping bitch of a camel hath gone and left-eth Thee alone in the desert!" cryeth Brian the Wise.

"I think he would have looked epiphanous once Terri, but the droughts got him!
See how close I can get, he's too weak to have a go at me. Natures a cruel thing Terri, we'll leave this poor fella alone!" sayeth the vision and he left.

Poor Brian the Wise struggled on through the burning sand, sunburnt and gasping.