"What a common lot!" decreed The Lord God Freddie unto Brian the Wise, "That weret not one of thou better ideas!"

"Nay, it weret not, but there art always hopeth, we will preacheth the Word on MTV!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Lo! 'Twill hath to be, for I shall ne'er set foot in that sunburt land again. I forsake it!" The Lord God Freddie further decreed, and he crieth unto the Captain "We art bound for jolly old England, art We thereth yet?"

"Nay" sayeth the Captain, "I fear we art lost at sea foreth we seem to hath taken a wrong turn!"

"What!" cried the Lord God Freddie, "Thou incompetent fool!"

"Humble apologies Heavenly Father" cried the Captain, "But I weret following the Fat Arsed Whale for he seemeth eager to depart these shores also, but alas and alack, he weret just off to the southern waters for the breeding season and now I fear we art in the Devils Land and it art known as Taswegia !"

"TASWEGIA!" cried The Lord God Freddie, "I forsaketh that land too, what art in Taswegia?"

"It art full of devils and tigers and apples and strange multitudes and a few albatross" sayeth John the Mysterious, for He knew of such things.

"Well!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie, "What art We to do-eth here!"

"Well, we needeth to docketh and re-stocketh" sayeth the Captain.

"And alas, we can ne'er leave until Fat Arsed Whale hath finished humping the Humpbacks" wailed Brian the Wise.

"Ah" sayeth Roger the Divine, "Thee might thusly do a spot of fishing then!"

And so it was.

"BEHOLD!" crieth Roger the Divine, "I ART CAUGHT A BIG 'UN !!!"

"Reel it in deareth" sayeth the Lord God Freddie who weret lounging on a leopard skin deck chair sipping champagne.

"NAY, IT ART TOO BIG! STANDETH BEHING THEE AND HELPETH!" ordered Roger the Divine.

"OOOOHHHHH!" cried The Lord God Freddie, "With pleasure!" and He stoodeth behind Roger the Divine and helpeth Him with His rod.

"Stoppeth that Freddie and helpeth thee to reel it in or thee willest falleth overboard!"

And the Lord God Freddie stoppeth that and reeled and reeled.

"It art a big 'un" He sayeth.

"Behold!" sayeth John the Mysterious who weret observing the block and tackle "It art not a fish, but a poor albatross that art caught on thy reel!"

"Thee can ne'er eat albatross for thine dinner!" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"It art verily injured" sayeth John the Mysterious " This art why they art almost extinct!".

"Tosseth it back' sayeth Roger the Divine.

"Nay! Nay! Thou can ne'er do-eth such a cruel thing!" cried Brian the Wise from the crows nest, "Thee musteth nurse it back unto health and helpeth to restore the population of Albatross!"

"What art thou doing up there?" asketh the Lord God Freddie, "Art thee perving on the humping Humpbacks?"

"Nay!" sayeth Brian the Wise, blushing.

"Thou weret!" replied the Lord God Freddie, "Thou art but a voyeur!"

"Art not!" Brian the Wise yelleth angrily and did thusly cry and run down to save the albatross.

And He did nurse the Albatross and bandage his wounds and care for him until he weret well again.

"Thee shall calleth thy albatross 'Rocky" he spaketh.

"And what shall thy hath for dinner!" sayeth Roger the Divine "Thee hath a wet arse and no fish!"