"Didst Thou not enjoyeth Thinself?" asketh The Lord God Freddie.
"Oh yea! Thee wert pleasantly pissedeth, but Thee looketh forward to the New Year" sayeth Roger the Divine.
"Well, next Christmess 'twill be-eth more settled. At least Brian the Wise willst nay go off unto the desert in search of epiphanys!" laughed The Lord God Freddie.
"Amen to that!" sayeth John the Mysterious.
"Hey Bri the Wi ! Whereforeart Thou Epiphany Hunter outfit?" chortled Roger the Divine.
"Oh shut-eth up Roger, Thee hath haveth enough of Thou teasing" sulked Brian the Wise.
"Heading off unto the desert anytime soon?" continued Roger the Divine.
"OH DO BE-ETH QUIET OR THEE SHALT TELLETH MOTHER!" screameth Brian the Wise.
"What the hell art Thou wearing today anyway, Thou looketh like a giant copy of The Times!" Roger the Divine sneered.
"Thee art CHIP BUTTIE MAN!" declared Brian the Wise.
"What the f*#k art CHIP BUTTIE MAN?" asketh Roger the Divine, barely able to contain his hysteria.
"Lo! Thee canst save the world from evil, Thee canst leap tall-eth buildings in a single bound! But Thee prefer to stay on the roof and playeth guitar.
Thee art the embodiment of good and niceness!" sayeth Brian the Wise.
"Thou art a dickhead!" sayeth Roger the Divine, "Thou got-eth too much sun out in the desert!"
"Nay! Thou art not a dickhead! cried Brian the Wise.
"Well, the Epiphany Hunter didst nay last long!' sayeth Roger the Divine.
"THEE HATH AN EPIPHANY IN THE DESERT!" shouted Brian the Wise who wert growing verily upset.
"THEE DIDST NAY HAVETH AN EPIPHANY! THOU WERT FARTING DEADLY GREEN KRYPTONITE FARTS AND THOU ARSE CAUGHT FIRE!' laughed Roger The Divine, "EPIPHANY THY ARSE!"
"Thee didst too haveth an epiphany and now Thee haveth a new cause!" sayeth Brian the Wise importantly.
"And just how doth Thee propose to saveth the world dressedeth like a giant newspaper?" asketh Roger the Divine.
"Thee willst thusly appeareth in a flash when evil art about to happen-eth and instructeth people on the evils of evil!" sayeth Brian the Wise.
"Lo! Thou willst make shoplifters repent for their sins, evil Presidents sorry for-eth their evil and evil scribes regretful for their sniping bitch ways!" He continued.
"Yea! Those who continue to inflict their evil upon the world shalt be-eth made to drink malt vinegar!" sayeth Brian the Wise.
"Oooohhh!" The Lord God Freddie mocked, "Thou art a harsh task-eth master!"
"Dickhead" sayeth Roger the Divine.
John the Mysterious went off to maketh a cup of tea.
"Ye may well laugh, Thou cynics, but Thee shalt see!" warned Brian the Wise.
"THEE ART 'CHIP BUTTIE MAN!"
But Brian the Wise didst ne'er see Roger the Divine sneaketh up behind Him with the Bic lighter.
