One day, Sam left his small, yellow home to head towards the meat-packing plant where he worked, a task which was never completed, as on his way, he tripped, fell, and went careening off of a cliff, landing on and destroying Max, who, incidentally, was also heading to his job at the meat-packing plant, though not the same plant at which Sam worked, which he would be heading to, if he had been aware that that the plant he was currently heading towards had been destroyed just this morning by a mysterious figure clad in black, who hailed from the small, remote country of France, and who took every opportunity he could to destroy small meat-packing plants, due to the fact that as a child, he was tormented, and frightened, and beaten savagely by a family of meat-packing plants who lived next door, and scarred his little mind to the point where he became a twisted and sadistic creature, capable of anything, but specifically capable of destroying meat-packing plants, which he did, and did quite often, much to the chagrin of the people who worked there, such as Max, who was not feeling quite so much chagrin as most others would feel at this point, because he was dead as a result of an individual named Sam, who worked at a competing meat-packing plant, which was no longer a competing plant, because the plant that it would be competing against was, as has already been mentioned, destroyed in, as has not quite yet been mentioned, a massive, mushroom cloud of an explosion, resulting from a heretofore unmentioned horse manure bomb manufactured from manure harvested from the farm of one farmer J. P. Harvenkirk, and more specifically harvested from a large, ungainly, incontinent horse named Seabiscuit, who really wasn't named Seabiscuit, but was actually named Harold, and it completely baffled him why anyone, particularly the author of a very long sentence, would call him Seabiscuit; actually, it didn't baffle him, as he was just a stupid, manure-making horse, who was incapable of cognitive thought for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he was a horse, and the other of which was that he was just knocked unconscious by a flying chunk of a meat-packing plant, which had been blown to pieces just a few moments ago by a shifty character from France.