Brian the Wise descends from the Podium and rushes back-eth stage.

BW: "WHOFOREART WERT THAT HECKLER AND WHY WERT HE NOT EJECTED FROM THY FLOCK!?!?" He demanded to knoweth.

PA: (Personal Assistant) "We art verily sorry, Oh Heavenly Father, but we couldst nay catch-eth Him!"

BW: "Well, it art NAY goodly enough! How can I, Bri the Wi, educate Thy flock with all this Heckling going on!"

PA: Thee knoweth not! (hangs head in shame)

BW: And what art with his "JAUNTY LOOK!" Whereforeart does One aquireth such a look?

PA: Oh well, Wise One In The Highest, Thou couldst go-eth yonder unto the Barber Shop and have-eth Thou eyebrows re-shapeth to give-eth unto Thee a permanent raised eyebrow, thusly creating that 'jaunty, devil-may-care" look.

BW: Devil May Care huh? Jaunty? Just with some reshapething ye sayeth? Well..........Fear not, dear PA, Thee shalt return!

PA: But whereforeart..........

And with that, Brian the Wise rusheth out the door and headed straight for-eth the Barber Shop.

B: (Barber) Blessed art thee to haveth a God enter thy establishethment!

BW: Thou art!

B: Pray! What can thee do-eth for Thy God?

BW: Thee wanteth a 'jaunty, devil-may-care' expression and Thy PA informeth Thee that thou canst achieve this with a bit of eyebrow reshaping? Art this correct-eth?

B: Yea! It art not something thee usually do-eth but for Thou, thee wouldst do anything.

BW: Verily well - RESHAPETH!

And Brian the Wise reclined in the chair and the Barber set to work.

BW: OUCHETH! WHAT ART THOU DOING?

B: Pray, sit still Brian the Wise, thee art applying of the hot wax!

BW: WHAT FOR-ETH?

B: To waxeth of Thine Holy Eyebrow!

BW: WITH HOT WAX? IT ART HOT!

B: But of course-eth! How on earth didst Thou thinketh eyebrows wert reshapeth?

BW: THEE HATH THUSLY NO IDEA-ETH...OUCH-ETH!

B: Pray! Sit still.

BW: OUCH-ETH! OUCH-ETH! DOUBLE OUCH-ETH!

B: Pray, sit still. Thee must pluck these few stray hairs!

BW: OUCH-ETH!

B: SIT STILL! NO, DO NAY DO-ETH THAT!

BW: THEE ART GETTING OUT OF HERE!

B: NAY! WAIT!

BW: OOOOOOOUUUUUUUCCCCCCHHHHHHH-ETH

B: OH NO! THE WAX!

BW: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-ETH

B: THOU TOSSER! THOU HATH MAKETH THEE TO SPILLETH HOT WAX ON THOU HEAD!

BW: GET IT OFF!

B: BUT THOU HAIR WILLST COMETH OUT AS WELL!

BW: JUST GET IT OFF! IT ART BURNING!

B: VERILY WELL

BW: OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH-ETH

B: OOPS-ETH

BW: HOLY BALD PATCHES! THY POODLE PERM! IT ART HALF GONE-ETH! THOU FOOL!

B: Thee art verily sorry Brian the Wise, but if Thou had only sat still!

BW: THE PHOTOGRAPHS FOR THE TOUR! THEE CANST NAY POSSIBLY BE-ETH PHOTOGRAPHED LIKE-ETH THIS!

B: Thou eyebrow looketh verily good though. Thou hath that 'jaunty' expression!

BW: OH WOE ART THEE! WOE ART THE TOUR! THOU FOOL BARBER, THOU WILLST BE-ETH SEVERELY PUNISHED FOR THIS!!!

B: Please, thee haveth a family to take-eth care of!

BW: Thee care-eth not! LOOK-ETH WHAT THOU HATH DONE UNTO THEE! CONSIDER THYSELF ADDED UNTO THY 'GALLERY'!!!