His longed for epiphany hath nay happened-eth and He wert so dry He could ne'er even cry tears.

As He lay choking in the sand, lying, dying, He gets himself up on one elbow,

and He turns to the vultures,
who art gathered 'round him and He sayeth:

Watch Thy wallabys feed mate.
Watch Thy wallabys feed.
They art a dangerous breed mate.
So watch Thy wallabys feed.
Altogethereth now!

Tie Thy kangaroo down sport,
Tie Thy kangaroo down....

"What the hell are you on about?"

"Who, wh... who art that?" croaked Brian the Wise

"I am The Man Of Steel" said Superman, "I am a superhero!"

"I art the Epiphany Hunter and I art a God" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Delusional and dying of thirst is what you are my friend" said Superman.

"Nay, I art a God and in search of an epiphany!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Hold on! I'll try to find you some water" said Superman and he went to leave but Brian the Wise grabbeth his arm with His last ounce of strength and sayeth unto him, "Do not leaveth Thee. Do not be-eth like the Camel. Thee hath a dream. Hearken unto Thee. It goeth something like this:

Thy Metropolis Adventure!

"You are a complete tosser!" said Superman.

"Nay! Thou canst nay spaketh unto Thee that way!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "What art that in Thou hip flask?"

"Do not touch! That art Kryptonite! It is highly flammable!" said Superman.

"Giveth unto Thee that Thee may drinketh!" demanded Brian the Wise.

"Noooooooooooo!" said Superman but it wert too late! Brian the Wise grabbed the hip flask and drank the bubbling cocktail within.

"I'm outta here!" said Superman and he flew off.

"What art that in the sky?" thought Brian the Wise, "Art it a bird? Art it a plane? Nay, it art a flock of vultures" he thought.

Brian the Wise wert verily refreshed after His drink and He did rise and brush off the sand and walk thusly back unto the Oasis in search of the sniping bitch of a camel.