So once upon a time there was a flying squid. This squid lived deep in the dark and depressing forest of Antarctica. It knew the way to where the monkey people were, but would never go there again.
Last time he had been mistaken for God. He did not understand why people bowed down to him, but it made him feel really uncomfortable.
He wasn’t God, anyway! He had met Him once, but God had mistaken him for the devil and tried to stab him with an antelope horn.
The poor squid’s only hope was to sell his soul to the real devil, who operated a donut stand in Philidelphia. He was having difficulty figuring out what it was that the donut vender did that was evil, but he had accepted his soul in exchange for immortality. Now the squid has a large scar around the end of large intestine. He had had no idea his appendix was his soul.
Now the squid sits around in his frozen forest in his free time, and never even uses ink pens because he can produce his own ink supply.
