-Listen,- the demiurge Shambambukli addressed the prophet.- I have an important task for you.
-What is it?
-Go to the land that I will show you, gather all the redheads there, and tell them never to eat crocodiles.
-What!?
-It doesn't matter. Just deliver this message, and that's all.
The prophet thoughtfully stroked his beard.
-Does this commandment have some higher meaning?- he asked.- One that is accessible to human understanding?
-Of course, it does!- Shambambukli exclaimed.- I'll explain it now. Look at the sky. Do you see the stars?
-I see them. What's wrong with them?
-I wish I knew,- Shambambukli sighed.- You see, the stars control all sorts of processes on Earth; each of them has its own important function in this world. So, pay attention to those three stars; I noticed that when someone with red hair eats a crocodile, even a small piece, their functions produce incorrect values. And this leads to incorrect memory indexing, as a result of which… well, you don't need to know the technical details. And, as you can imagine, it's easier for me to give an extra commandment than to redo the entire universe. These cosmic interactions are so intertwined…
-But why does the ban only apply to redheads?! Why can't only they eat crocodiles?
-And that,- said Shambambukli,- is something that interests me very much.