Down the road from me lives this bloke. Not a bad sort of fella: hard working, clever, shows initiative. Maybe a little reckless sometimes, but perhaps you should judge that for yourself.
This bloke loves tinkering. Always working away in his shed on some new project. So the other day, he comes up to see me all excited because he’s assembled this new creature called man. But he’s a little put out because his brother, who keeps a jar full of fantastic physical attributes, has already given all the best qualities away to the various beasts; claws, fangs, poison spines, gills: all gone.
But like I said, he’s an inventive sort, so he decides to give this man something none of the beasts have: fire. Nips up to the heavens for the sacred flame and gets man a terrific little barbeque to play with. Man is thrilled, and my mate feels rather pleased with himself and goes away happy. He really should have known how that would piss off Zeus who is notoriously jealous of all barbequeing duties. He just can’t stand anyone else standing at the grill with a stupid apron and a pair of tongs.