Fortunately, Savash had also brought along some bread, which he now began to snack upon. It was terrible, and in his frustration, Savash threw it down on the ground, where it landed in some blue tar, which splashed on Savash's face. Savash picked up the bread and ate it, and it was really very tasty. He quickly climbed down the mountain and proceeded to the New Ideas for Bread Products office downtown.
It didn't take very long for Savash to get an appointment with a young executive, bread ideas being slow this season. The young executive had six slices of the bread and blue tar and finally concluded that it had a tastiness factor of seventeen, with normal bread being a one, honey-crunch bread being a four, and so on. But seventeen was a new record! Nothing had ever tasted that good, not even after a long time without eating. The young executive pushed across a contract guaranteeing Savash a million dollars a week for the rest of his life, but Savash tore it up and left and went home and beat his head on the porcelain sink in the bathroom until he cracked his skull and blood started to pour out and he died.