You want a story? Okay. Here's one:
Once upon a time there was a guy. And his name was ... Jim. And he ... had ... ... arms. Two of them. And he had legs. ... Also two of them. And then one day ... he walked somewhere ... on those legs, of course. And clapped. The end.
I'm not very good at coming up with stories on the spot.
(But stories about super heroes and toxic pizza are one of the things that the Pake Shlake Band does best.)