Jim reached up and pulled himself onto the highest peak of the tallest mountain. He saw, as he had been told he would see, an old hermit sitting in the snow. The hermit was wearing nothing but a loincloth and a long, white beard.
Jim thought: 'Just a loincloth and the skin he was born in? We're on the bloody top of a bloody mountain!'
"Hi" said Jim, and, after a long pause, the hermit replied.
"What's'at?!" yelled the hermit "I'm a little hard of hearing! It's the age, you know?!"
"Ah" said Jim.
"I'm one hundred and sixty years old!" and grinned toothlessly.
"Ah" said Jim.
"Speak up!"
"I said Ah!" shouted Jim.
"No need to shout," said the hermit. "You'll scare away the birds."
"What birds?" asked Jim, and he added 'we're on the bloody top of a bloody mountain!' in his head.
"Ah" smiled the hermit, and tapped a finger to his nose.
“Look” said Jim. “You’re a Hermit, right?” The man nodded. “So don’t you have anything wise to say?!”
The old man thought for a moment, then said: “The world” and paused, “is your oyster.”
“What, you mean unappetizing and expensive?!” asked Jim.
“Correct” said the hermit, smiling, “but I’ve been told their quite tasty if you’ve got the guts to try one.”
“Oh” said Jim, who had never actually tasted an oyster, and added in his head ‘how does he know about oysters anyway, he lives at the bloody top of a bloody mountain.’ But Jim left the mountain feeling like he’d learned something, and the hermit watched him go feeling like he’d just told some guy named Jim some bullshit about an oyster. I guess things have to work themselves out one way or another.