In the depths of the Sahara Desert, centuries ago, the sultan of Air pondered about the mysterious lands to the west. He heard that the land carried an atmosphere unlike any other. One that one could not walk, but must wave his arms in front of themselves while moving their legs up and down and also lying on the ground in order to simply move. The sultan, unhinged by the tradition of Air, wanted to listen to a story firsthand about this bountiful land of mystery, and send his greatest warrior, Bob, to explore it.

Bob, with an unwavering resolve, braved the heart of the Sahara desert on his trusty camel - which was named Jeff. After many months, he triumphed, and rose over a hilltop to see the mythical called by locals: The Ocean. He was accompanied by a young villager at this moment, and asked them about the strange blue substance that covered the land. The villager responded with water in a confused tone, not understanding the origins of Bob and his quest. Bob then walked towards the ocean and stuck his hand into it, he was astonished in the fact that his hand went through the water when he did this, rather than laying atop of it. Again, the villager was confused, and thought that Bob had illness, so he brought Bob before the village elder to help him.

When the villager recounted to the elder about the experiences he had with Bob, the village elder chuckled, and told the villager that there existed a time where their village knew not of water's existence as well. The villager deemed this impossible, and stated that it would be impossible to live without water. Again, the village elder chortled, and knew that Bob's shortsightedness came from his generation, which was blessed with access to water, instead of the more traditional method which involved one to squeeze the juices out of the sand. The villager responded and stated that Joe, who exists in the elder's generation, agreed with the villager yesterday in a conversation. The elder inquired who Joe was, and the villager's face slowly morphed into the troll face.

At this moment a giant troll face erupted from the ocean, which caused the water to fly out at ludicrous speeds. As it bombarded the village, and killed the Elder as well as many other villagers, Bob took refuge in a small shack. Multiple other troll faces pressed against the glass windows of the shack, and wanted to destroy Bob and his non-troll-face nature. Bob noticed a packet of oil on the counter. He covered himself in the oil, walked out into the rain, and flew into space. He knew that he would be the only one that could save the world from this catastrophe, and that they would not be doing just a little bit of trolling.

To be continued.