Once upon a time in a certain land so distant, and yet so near; a certain group of mighty men banded together and came to the people, and swore a certain type of oath to them.
They swore to them: "We will keep digging for oil. We will keep digging until we find oil."
Meanwhile their people were dying of hunger; hunger of the mind and hunger of the mouth; hunger of the soul and hunger of the body. For they were so few that were not poverty-stricken.
Then they hit Hell.
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