The cow remembering Bach’s sacrifice, gave up its eyes. A surgeon from the 1700’s came to it, took out a needle and attempted to remove the cow’s cataracts. The wound in its back had not been healed. First betrayed by Nyaaantus, and now by god. The cow screamed into the æther as the surgeon continued his work.
The cow was quite angry by this point at learning of the tuberculosis affliction it now had, and therein lay the foundation for what would become Mad Cow Disease. ??
And then he woke up again and realized it had been a dream within a dream. Everything had been a series of dreams. But this time itwasn't a dream. His little sister pulled at his arm because she wanted to play minecraft with him. There was no way this was a dream. Not this time. No more rug pulls. Albert was back square in hard cold reality.