And yea, though the Gods were kept verily busy rehearsing, still they weret left with mucheth time on their hands.

The Lord God Freddie dideth like to play with his little balls.

This gameth He did decree, shouldeth be nameth Ping Pong. And he thusly whippeth the butts of all the crew.

John the Mysterious was verily happy inventing all manner of useful things with His pipecleaners.

Brian the Wise dideth liketh verily much to stargaze but that did leaveth the long days which to filleth. Lo! But He art verily good upon his Top of the Lap with Adobeth Photoshop, He needeth more to amuse thyself, for he art verily wise and the verily wise art oft hyperactive and needeth many things to do. Playeth with the fat-arsed whale all day longeth, He could not!

Enquireth of John the Wise he thusly dideth "Could thou art maketh thee an image maker? Thee wanteth to captureth the images of all the wonderous things upon this Earth downloadeth onto thy Top of the Lap. Lo! 'twill it becometh a picture diary of thine travels!"

John the Wise thought for a few minutes verily deeply and fiddled with some pipecleaners and dideth cometh up with an invention!

"Behold!" he proudly declared "Art it not wondrous? I nameth this thing - Digital Camera!"

And so it was. Brian the Wise was verily happy and did rusheth off to looketh for rainbows.

Roger the Divine did wander about the decks doing the odd bit of fishing.

But yea, all of the Gods dideth findeth time to scribe letters home to Mother, for they art loyal and dutiful sons.

Scribeth they did, and thusly sendeth their scribing off by carrier pigeon.

But Lo! One day an angry responseth arrived by pigeon from Mother. Mother wereth not pleased!

"What art all these markings on thou scribing that art of the colour of darkness?. Thee cannot read thou letters! Art thou not washeth of thy hands with soapeth or doth someone dare to censor the Words of thy Sons?"

"Damnation!" cried Roger the Divine "Whoforeart censors the scribing of the Gods? And Our most precious scribings to Mother at that!"

"Wherest do the pigeons travel after they leaveth the Rainbow Worrier?" asked John the Mysterious, for he knowest that therein would lie the clue!

"Thee knowest not!" spake Brian the Wise "Summon the Captain at once, he shall telleth us" And the Captain was immediately summoned before the Gods.

"Whereforeart doest the carrier pigeons go whence they departeth the Rainbow Worrier? demanded the Gods in unison.

"Why! they leaveth here and hath relief birds at several places along their journey, for it art long and arduous" replieth the Captain. "Many of the rest stoppeths are manned by illiterate ones who knowest not how to censor" he continued "but the last stoppeth of the journey art at the General Scribes Office in London."

"Then I commandeth thee to findeth this traitor and taketh him unto Trafalgar Square and seeth that he doth receiveth a jolly goodeth flogging!" decreed the Lord God Freddie.

"Dost thou not thinketh that a little harsh?" enquired Brian the Wise, for he dideth not condone violence of any kind, not anywhere on all the Lands upon the Earth.

"Nay, it art not harsheth!" snapped the Lord God Freddie "and furthermoreth, I hereby decree that their shalt be madeth of a new Commandment! There shall be no censorship, freedometh of the scribes, freedometh of the spaking! It shall forevermore be scribeth unto the Constitution!"

And it was thusly scribed and it was so.

And they quickly scribethed to Mother and told her of this tale.

"Thy hopest she believeth Us" thought Roger the Divine for he liketh not the wrath of Mother for yea, wereth it more than once He weret thusly clipped undereth the ear.