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heightened his cool as he glared back at them confidently, dismounting, as it were, his stallion, and swaggering toward the garage door with a flippant, "This job is no challenge. I gotta find something I can sink my teeth into. Something HARD! And it ain't rum-banana." What? A completely empty truck was not something these men could grasp or just passively accept. Yet it was clear, their deity, Sloan Eberhart, was annihilated, toppled by a swill dripping smelly kid and rum banana. An early and revered icon had been mastered, disfigured, and vanquished... by an innocent.. appearing from nowhere, naked, wet, and wrapped in a swaddling blanket. Some religions begin with little more and some philosophies profess even less.