On the fourth day, BOB made a garden. There were tomatoes, and carrots, and snow peas, and...

On the fifth day, BOB made a bigger garden! He filled it with a lot of animals and plants, and then he grabbed a fuzzy beast by the tail and pissed down upon it. Thus the fuzzy beast was formed into what will be hereafter referred to as ‘Man’.

BOB spoke to his new creation, “You are Man!”

“Are you sure?” asked Man. It was meant to be a joke, really. Man knew what he was because he had an uncontrollable urge to go pick up some crazy chicks. Either that or go get some cheeseburgers and catch that action flick at the cinema.

“What?” BOB asked, “I...of course I’m sure! What kind of question is that?”

So Man knelt before BOB. (Yeah...crazy chicks...cool...)

“That's better,” BOB murmured. He put on a pair of spiffy, purple-reflective sunglasses and said. “Okay, I'll quiz ya on this later: Holy number is 808; holy colours are black and purple; holy eyewear is purple-reflective sunglasses. Women play a key part in your existence, yet long term contact must be avoided. You are sort-of, indirectly, my son... A type of under-developed, inbred slime produced on the back steps with the chambermaid. But a son nonetheless.” BOB looked about the garden. “Like all children I love, but fear to be publicly associated with, I'm going to leave you on this newly formed planet. This garden is your new home. A paradise unmatched in all the cosmos.” BOB paused, thought better of his comment, and added, “Well, this part of the cosmos. Be happy and be free. Be thou sure that thou dost not eat of the Sacred Tree of Eternal Hemorrhaging. And thus, I shall take my leave.” BOB was about to make a dramatic exit when he remembered something. “Oh! I nearly forgot. Your task - as Man! - is to name every single plant and animal in this garden by morning. Good night!”

“No crazy chicks?” Man asked.

“No crazy chicks.” BOB replied.

“But...”

“Good night.” BOB repeated, a little tersely.

And with that, BOB left.

Man shrugged. He stood and glanced at the Sacred Tree - it looked fruity! But Man was horny, so he wandered off into the garden and tried sex with all the animals therein. A day later (BOB having forgotten the whole quiz in the morning thing), Man tended to various bruises and gashes. Once physically able, Man went to work on naming everything. He started with coffee because the whole morning thing. . . That was a bit too much. He made a quick note to talk with BOB about this, and then he composed a list of what he found in the garden. . .