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read the inscription he found on the parchment in the cave near the Dead sea. Rabi Ionas was an impassioned biblical archaelogist. He ran it through google-translator but

it was unable to translate Aramaic to English. Surprisingly, the scroll was Norsk. What were Vikings doing in the dead sea? wondered Rabi Ionas. The inscription read

"Here I sit all broken hearted. Tried to shit but I only farted. Gave myself a second chance. Walked 5 blocks and shit my pants." Rabi Lonas was surprised by the Aramaic words

inscribed on the wall of the cave. Having joined the archaeological dig only recently, he never expected to find anything significant. Yet, he had found a fine representation of

artifacts including a skeleton of a cave man with an extra thick skull, a piece of papyrus with an ancient unknown languge written on it and cave paintings of what looked to be

cave painters painting cave paintings. I grabbed the papyrus and started writing. "The History of Meta." Hmm... "The History of the History of Meta." The Metacave had infected my

sacred scarab which was hanging from a golden chain around my neck. It developed a greenish glow in the light of the candles in the cave. My vision blurred as I felt little paws ta

ke hold of my head, pressing into my temples. The world spun in a vibrant spiral of dark hues and chittering sounds as I slid down to my knees, never to rise again.