It was a dark and stormy night. (It might have been, or maybe he as born at 2 in the afternoon.) For my intent and purpose, it was a dark and stormy night. Ah hell, I’m going to begin again.
It was a dark and stormy night. The child came into the world suddenly, unannounced and with a wail of the lungs so fierce he temporarily knocked out all the power in the city surrounding him. He was born with a tooth, a caul over his face and a sixth finger. (In case you ever wonder how he responds to messages so fast, now you know.) The earth trembled and quaked violently as he was cleaned up and got his first view of the world. His violet eyes beheld the first mysteries of the universe that night. His mum, his dad, the doctor he knocked out cold for slapping him on the booty.
He was the child. The one they had all been waiting for.
and they called him _________________________.
Help me out, peeps. Fill in the blank.