You're on your last ounce of strength as you've had to swim through all sorts of deadly perils: Sharks nibbling you, waves crushing all around, and most importantly, you've had nothing to eat for days!
Then . . . in the faint distance . . . after hours and hours of treacherous hell, you think . . . . maybe . . . "Is that land?!?"
The blood starts pushing your muscles harder and harder as your heart starts racing again with a newly rekindled vigor.
"It is land!! I made it!"
Once you're finally ashore, the relief sweeps over your body as if you were 8-years-old doing a cannonball in the pool on a hot summer's day.
"Finally," you must have thought to yourself, "I made it! I'm exhausted. *Phew* 200 miles! Wait'll I tell the guys back home, nobody's gonna believe it! It's gotta be a new world record or something."
As you look around this newfound terrain you realize, "Well shit, I am fucking H-U-N-G-R-Y! Lemme look around for some food and see wha . . . oh fuck."
If you're into cute-bear hunting, you can watch the video of Bjork's minions killin the polar bear here.