And then surprisingly, Son of Jaws did not hit the earth at all, but splashed into the vast Pacific, narrowly missing a coral island. The wave from his splash rocked the S.S. Possum, some distance away. Son of Jaws smiled glintily, and began swimming in the general direction of the tramp steamer, simultaneously restarting his theme music. There would be a rematch between him and Bond soon enough.
Meanwhile, hurtling high above, Bond and Possy were finishing off their entrance requirements to the mile high club.
Many frequent flier points ahead of them, a battered looking Subaru owner was sitting in the Daisy Bates Memorial Stadium, listening to the famed Oz Marching Band, the Rolfing Harrises, practicing their stirring Olympic entry: "If you change your mind, I'll be first in line; I'll be upstairs free; take a chance on me...." Sitting beside him on the sands, chewing a frozen dingo, was.....