Roger the Divine: Nay, Brian the Wise art not here.

John the Mysterious: Whereforeart He? He art ne’er late.

Roger the Divine: Nay he usually kicketh thy arse for being late.

The Lord God Freddie: He art not coming.

Roger the Divine: What?!?

The Lord God Freddie: Nay, He art depressedeth.

Roger the Divine: Oh, WHAT NOW!?!

The Lord God Freddie: Bang!

Roger the Divine: Ha ha-eth. Thee hath a bloody good bang last night and thee art far from depressedeth!

John the Mysterious: I think he must be-eth depressedeth about Bang! the book.

The Lord God Freddie: Yea, that art it John. The sales figures art pathetic – behold this sales chart He gaveth unto thee.

Roger the Divine: Bloody hell. Art they THAT bad?

The Lord God Freddie: Yea! They art verily sad and Brian art verily depressedeth!

Prophet Paul: So, He art not coming then?

John the Mysterious: Doth a camel fart?

Prophet Paul: In that case, I art off unto the pub. Later dudes.

Roger the Divine: Holy cow, after all His self-promotion-eth, commanding and begging and pleading, they’re still not selling!

John the Mysterious: Blimey! He’ll be depressedeth for months!

Roger the Divine: Yea! He will be commanding all His followers go unto confession and explaineth themsevles!

The Lord God Freddie: Good Lord! What a hoot! We should suggesteth it unto Him.

John the Mysterious: Why? He will just copyright it and claimeth the idea as His own.

The Lord God Freddie: Exactly-eth! At least He will be-eth locked up in a Confessional Booth for ages and we can go-eth off unto the pub with Prophet Paul!

Roger the Divine: Freddie thou art a rotter – and that art a bloody good idea-eth!