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Queeble Reporter #2 again on the sceneth of a mighty and ferocious battle of the Gods!!

Thee will taketh ye all unto the battleground for liveth action! Ye-hah!

"Sorryeth Roger the Divine, but Thee hath worn the crown for longeth enough! It art but time to handeth it over unto the true King Of The Begatting Instruments! For I, The Lord God Freddie, art thusly about to be-eth crowned MAXIMUS COCKUS, a time-honouredeth honoureth that truly belongeth unto the Begatting Instrument to end all Begatting Instruments!"

"Aw Nay Lord God Freddie! But Thee art Biggus Dickus, surely that accounteth for something-eth! Let Thee haveth of the crown, please be-eth unto Thee!"

"Nay Roger the Divine, it art falseth advertising! It doeth truly belongeth unto Thee, for I art the one, the only, the huge-eth Maximus Cockus and weareth of the crown I must! Lo, Thee may weareth of a tiara. It art more fitting-eth! Now, giveth it back unto Thee at once!"

"But Freddie! It art not faireth and Thee art spittething upon Thee when Thou sayeth Maximus Cockus"

"Roger, giveth it back unto Thee at once, Thou little sod!"

"But Freddie! I wert verily impressing the wenches whilst wearething of the crown! They thusly were beholden unto Thee for begatting purposes!"

"Thou willest impresseth the wenches just as mucheth with a tiara, more fitting of Thou size, now giveth unto Thee Thy crown or I will taketh unto Thee with Thy rod and staff!"

"A tiara!" spat Roger the Divine, "But Thee art Biggus Dickus! Thee wanteth all the wenches to knoweth of Thy begatting instrument!"

"Then informeth all the wenches of Thou Biggus Dickus title shall We, but Lo! and Behold! Informeth all the wenches AND the Knights that Thee, The Lord God Freddie hath the Maximus Cockus! Now, giveth up Thy crown Roger the Divine, at once!"

"Freddie! Thou art but a greedy bitch!!"

"Roger deareth, there can be only one Maximus Cockus, and it art Thee! Now let us be-eth off unto the crowning ceremonyeth!"

And after layething eyes uponeth The Lord God Freddies splendorous begatting instrument, the multitudes there did gasp and sayeth:

Lord God Freddie, Thou Art Wondrous and it art a Whopper!
Thee shouldst thusly be crowned Maximus Cockus
For Thou art but the biggest of them all !

And the multitudes there did chant-eth and swoon-eth and chant-eth some more!
Crown Thy God! Crown Thy God! Crown Thy God!

And it was so.

The Highest of Holy Prophets did cometh forward with a sparkling crown encrustedeth with the most precious of jewels and they did spaketh unto the multitudes there that it wert fit foreth a King!
"It art fit for the King of Mankindeth!" they cried and the multitudes there did cheereth thusly.

"Crowneth The Lord God Freddie and dubbeth Him Maximus Cockus!" cried the multitudes there.

And it was so.

With much pomp and ceremony, for the Lord God Freddie liketh much pomp and ceremony, The Lord God Freddie wert thusly crowned MAXIMUS COCKUS!

And the Highest of Holy Prophets dideth declare that this was a day of much celebration, a feast shalt be hadeth by all.
"And cracketh open the Vodka" decreed Roger the Divine.
"I wanteth a title" whingeth Brian the Wise.
"Look whateth Thee hath done with this pipe cleaner!" sayeth John the Mysterious and yea, did they all looketh for He hath maketh of a tiara for Roger the Divine.
"Maketh sureth Ye telleth all the wenches that Thee art still Biggus Dickus!" declared Roger the Divine.

And the Lord God Freddie did thusly paradeth about for all the multitudes there to see-eth Him in all His glory and they wert gobsmackedeth!

"Recover thineselves ye plebs and sing unto Thee in the Highest" He commandedeth.

And the multitudes there did bursteth unto song: