Magus was sitting in a cafe in London one day, sipping some tea and reading and article from the newspaper titled: Jeremy Schofield - Fluffy hair, or really fluffy hair? when he saw a waitress bring a man a sandvich on a plate. The beautiful delicacy has white bread on the top and bottom, followed by the red as blood tomatoes, green as grass lettuce, the sublime Swiss cheese, ham, and finally, the delectable green olive with a toothpick of finest wood punctured through. When the man noticed his food arrive to his table, he said something along the lines of: "What is this? A sandvich?! I wanted toast! Blasphemy!"
Hearing this, Magus heard a voice in his head that strongly reminisced Napoleon Dynamite: "Don't worry, all of your troubles will over soon"
The next day, Magus turned on his television (a spectacular invention, probably something he invented) and saw on the 4:00 news: "London resident diagnosed with Aids, Fever, Flu, Swine Flu, Bald headiness, Male Pregnancy, Common Cold, Not-So Common Cold, Mononucleosis, and the virus known as Hotdog Fingers all in one night."
The man diagnosed was the very same who disrespected the sandvich god yesterday. Magus then heard the sandvich god speak to him again: "You have done well..."