It was exactly then, as the water clock on the Saudi wall struck midnight, that the Saudi's screamed down the stairs, riding upon ghostly camels and with American artillery on their shoulders.
Unfortunately, it seems that an infuriated horde of Serbian spiders awoke from their supposedly peaceful slumber, swarming and flooding the room while they charged to the Saudis as they mistook them for filthy kebab flies.
The great cacophony awoke a great spirit then, and crawling from the chasms of the greatest boils of Hell was none other than Richard "the Lionheart" Plantagenet, who promptly spooked the currently irrelevant Eritreans.
The irrelevant Eritreans, quickly sacrificing their youngest child's heavy heart to their hypno-toad god, pleaded for mercy and heavy American artillery of their own to fight off Richard.
And so the Saudi's, and the Serbian Spiders, and the Eritreans, came together as friends and allies, and their number was twenty thousand men of fighting age.