On the hills of the fucked up country side of the city of Bitchery, there was a sheep, a retarded sheep, but still, intelligent, because It knew how to speak.
"Where the fuck are my bananas at?"
Sheepbert, the talking sheep with it's wool Always dirty and full of branches, asked his owner.
"Sheepdude still, i have to continue answer ing you the same...what the fuck Is a banana?"
MC Dindlecuck, answered the sheep. The burly Sixty years old Billy hilly maggot farmer which bought Sheepbert From a circus for a kilogram of potatoes and his wife miscarriage, proceeded to then rub his face with his fat hands in distress.
"AAAAAAH!!! SHEEP MAN!!! I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMOREEEEE! I NEVER SEEN ONE OF THIS BANANAS AND CAN'T BRING YOU SOME!!! AAAAAGH!"
MC Dindlecuck, with the built up stress From the miriad of requests about Bananas made by Sheepbert, decided to take action, grabbing a huge rock from the pasture and smashing It hard against his forehead, killing himself and then falling to the ground.
"Weak..."
Answered the sheep with disgust.
'uhmm... Human bitch died like a retard...but i still want a banana...even if i don't know what even It Is... Hmm...how did even the existance of this Word and concept came to my mind?'
Sheepbert pondered, running his hoof onto the grass, to then turn around and walk away.
'since human trash died i guess i'm free now...not much to do though.'
With glassy eyes, the sheep watched the green Hills before him, to then turn his gaze to his left and Watch the dead MC Dindlecuck and his rustic cottage.
'okay, quest to find out what a banana Is commences, now.'
So Sheepbert began his journey full of misery, despair, existencialism and death, to find a 'banana'.