And having fled their cruel overlords the true followers of the Noodly one did wander aimlessly in the desert, partly because they were lost and partly because they were just generally slackers, and besides they'd been working for years as slaves and were more than overdue some time off, although they were a little narked to be spending it in a desert, I mean they had asked to go somewhere sunny but this was kind of taking the piss, they could at least have had a swimming pool.
And most angry did they grow with their travel agent, and many calls did they place to this foul one, but they met only with his cursed answerphone, and so in desperation did they turn to their divine protector, that glorious noodle, the most sacred of spaghetti.
"The All you can eat Buffet we were promised has not appeared Oh Great One", they did cry. "Send unto us some kind of delicious snacks, preferably finger food of some kind as they haven't even provided the dining tables, and if you could send down some of those little things to clip a glass to the side of our plates as well, that we might mingle and spread your divine word, that would be most appreciated."
And Lo the most perfect pasta did hear their cries of anguish and did recognise that they were most hungry, not to mention extremely keen to get their money back from the travel agent. And yet they had asked for finger food, forgetting his spaghetti nature, spaghetti being the one food that cannot be eaten with fingers, and which it is probably best to wear a bib to eat as well because it always got messy, unless you were one of those weird people who know how to use a spoon to twirl it on the fork properly.
So most wrath did he grow with his people, and dark did the clouds above them grow. But that most fantastic of fusilli is a merciful god, and took pity on his people. So he did send un to them a fully equipped dining room, complete with tabelcloths and proper napkins, the full works, and did grant them a buffet with all manner of noodly delights to await them. But he was still hurt by their betrayal, and did condemn them forever more to eat nothing but pasta on their first dates with each other so that they might be embarrassed as they did dribble it all over their chins and shirts.
And later did the Great one reverse that commandment, because nobody was breeding any more because they all felt too silly and his followers were dying out, but they were still most fearful of his wrath, and never again did his people ask for finger food.