The old wize one watches as the back again essance of Primitive laughs and moves away after casting forth the banned "o" word. He's been gone to long, the wize one muses, he forgets, no one is immune to the "O" gods....
just then the roof of the cantina raises up, and the largest, most ugliest of giant Onions looks down on the small, puny, primitive.. One never learns it belches forth, and then the thin covering slides down and envelopes primitive and his failing force field.... he is dragged up screaming, crying and begging for forgiveness, but alas, it was to no avail.... A huge maw opens on the countenance of the Onion God, and swallows the primitive, with a crunching sound, and then gives forth a loud belch, smiles and leaves leaving behind a a disolved force field, and a slimy, grease mark where the primitive once stood......
