ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea yea - Thee sayeth unto ye, it art an important part of being a God - of which thou knoweth not.

H: Havething really big rows. Wert they fist fights? Punch-eth ups?

RTD: Yea! Behold! - Tension wert rife-eth! It art creative-eth! All the best stuff cometh of tension.

H: And whoforeart wert the main protagonisteths? Who wert the big fighters? Wert it Thee and The Lord God Freddie - cos thee canst ne'er imagine-eth Brian the Wise getething His…

RTD: Ha Ha-eth! Thou wouldst be-eth thusly surprisedeth! Brian the Wise doth bitch-slap-eth Freddie all the time. (audience laughter)

H: Well thee art surprisedeth. Thee mean, Thee mean, whoforeart haveth the tantrums - wert it Thee and The Lord God Freddie?

RTD: Well, ok-eth - we may haveth hath the tantrums but Brian the Wise fought like-eth a frog in a blender. It wert like-eth a great hurricane of black tumbleweeds lashing at ye. And He wouldst ne'er stop-eth! Whinething and moanething and sulkething. He wouldst thusly pout for-eth days and kick-eth at thou whence thou walketh past!

H: Yea? Just broke-eth ye down - grindeth ye down?

RTD: Nay, oh nay. We ne'er let-eth that bitch win! We always get-eth our own back! Ha Ha-eth. Some great practical jokeths! Lo! Thee remember-eth the time Freddie and Thee put-eth sump oil in His conditioner bottle! Ha Ha Ha-eth!