Once upon a time there lived a white hair dude who had giant various, tiny monkeys and white-clay humans, and a dinosaur that stalked him around, and everybody moved in lagy fast motion. The white hair duded didn't give a crape about... anything, really, and just typed on his laptop and spoke to his recorder and tape recorder. Then Patrick Troughton came to town and demanded his recorder back, and the old man just talked to his tape recorder sense. The End