"Thee art anti the Podes and I doeth not wish to goeth there!" hissed the Lord God Freddie.

"Lo! That Land art full of convicts and commoners and they all walketh on their heads!' warned Roger the Divine.

"Nevertheless, to the Antipodes we musteth sail!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"It art a long and ardous journey Oh Heavenly Father" sayeth the Captain to Brian the Wise.

"We must away, regardlesseth!" sayeth Brian the Wise, and saileth on they did.

Days into their journey Brian the Wise could see the poor fat arsed whale lagging further behind.

"Lo! What art wrongeth with thou, thy fat arsed whale?" he cried.

"Thee art too tired to keep up, thee must rest!" puffed the fat arsed whale for he art fat and tired.

"Captain! Docketh at once to that tiny island so Fat Arse can resteth!" ordered Brian the Wise.

So the Captain docketh and the fat arsed whale resteth and the Gods roweth ashore in their Holy Tinnie to investigaeth this undiscovered paradise. Frolicketh along the beach and snorkle did they until it weret time to set sail again. But Behold! Notice they did not, the big ugly cane toads that did hop aboard their Holy Tinnie and hideth under the seat!

Their journey continued, with the fat arsed whale lumbering along behind and much Vodka was drunk for there weret ought else to do.

"Why foreart we goeth to this back water?" complaineth Roger the Divine "Art it not ridiculous?"

"Thou hast work to doest here!" explaineth Brian the Wise "Art it not our duty to bringeth glamour and style and fabulousness to the ignorant Antipodians?"

"Behold, nubile young wenches in bikinis on the surf beach standing on thy heads" spaketh John the Mysterious, for he weret looking through his periscope.

"Oh, that's alright then" spake Roger the Divine, trying to be nonchalant but having a bloody good perve.

"Yea, though they be common and vulgar, doth that maketh them any less worthy of The Word?" asked Brian the Wise.

"Yea" spake the Lord God Freddie.

"Nay!" argued Brian the Wise "Needeth Us they do, more than the others!" And it was so.

And the Rainbow Worriers sailed the Seven Seas until they reached the aqua blue waters of The Land Down Under.

"We art at the arse end of the world!" cried Roger the Divine "But Lo! Art there not fat bottomed girls aplenty!"

And Roger the Divine was happy.

"A great show We will bringeth to these primitives, for of stylish things they knoweth not!" said Brian the Wise, wisely.

"They will nay appreciated it." spake John the Mysterious.

"Bollocks!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "Awed they willest be of an axe God liketh thee! Now cometh unto Greatballoffirebury and spreadeth the word we shall. Captain! See that our limousines art ready to chauffeur Us to the event!"

As the great white limousines make their way through the multitudes, the multitudes booed and hissed at the Gods for they thought: "whoforeart these ostentatious limeys that intrudeth unto our festival?"

The Gods prepareth to take the stage when an angry Antipodian took the microphone and sayeth rude things and Lo! dideth he not bare his backside and mooneth the crowd and say "The Word art useless unto our Land, Behold, this art what we thinketh of stuck up Pompous Gods!"

The Gods tooketh the stage and did preacheth of Their Word. Procession they did preacheth! Ogre Battle! they did crieth with much plunking and plonking. Shake Rattle and Rolleth they did, but the multitudes of Antipodians weret far from awed as Brian the Wise sayeth they wouldeth be! An encore they did not wisheth and The Gods weret furious!

"Wrath be upon thee!" cried the Lord God Freddie, "Thou common, unstylish heathens! Yea, may thou all be condemned to weareth stubbies and thongs for the term of thou natural lives and be-est the laughing stock of the fashionable world!"

And they lefteth in disgust.

"Seteth sail for home at once!" they demanded angrily to the Captain and he dideth taketh off in much haste! Lo! did he not taketh off in so much hasteth that the Holy Tinnie did fall overboard and the Ugly Cane Toads dideth swim to the shores of the Land Down Under where it quickly begatted and multiplied and became the scourge of the wide brown land.

"Curseth be Thy Pompous Gods and Fat Arsed Whales for bringingeth unto us the scourge of the Ugly Cane Toad, but we quite liketh our stubbies and thongs" they shouteth after the Rainbow Worrier.

"Nay, but we shall ne'er set footeth upon thy toad infested lands again, thou tossers!" cried the Gods back, for they weret safely on board the ship and couldeth afford to be cheeky.