Of the new word and false prophets He hath harkened to the gossip and was not amused! "Nay, shall there ever be a God so divine and lush as thee" he professed, and He was right. For all throughout the Lands there ne'er was one so fine and resplendent and fabulous as the Lord God Freddie. "Lo! Many hath tried and Lo! many hath failed. " he spake.

But the Lord God Freddie was stealthily cunning and wise in the ways of trickery and deceit and sniffeth out a mutiny at 100 paces He could!

Bursteth opening the Green Room door, he saweth them there!

"Hath thee not told thou not to flogeth of thy dead horse!" snapped The Lord God Freddie, "For no man can filleth thy shoes, or thy crown, or thy robe, and especially not thy satin pants!"

And the Lord God Freddie spake proudly unto the multitudes there: "For there art no Coketh bottles stuffedeth down there, thy hose is all thy own!"

"Pray thee Lord God Freddie, he art just admirething thou robes, he tryest not to fill thine shoes!" spake Brian the Wise, but did look very shifty.

"We art just good friends!" cried Brian the Wise unconvincingly.

"Bollocks! How dare thee!" spat the Lord God Freddie, "Giveth back thy crown. And whosoever soil thy regal robes with thou unclean hands be cast unto the shadows of the darkness! King of the Sleaze thou art, decayething in thy cesspool of pride!"

"Thee art upeth to no good!" spake John the Mysterious who appeareth out of nowhere.

"No I'm not!" spake Brian the Wise.

"Art too!" spake John the Mysterious.

"Not!" retorted Brian the Wise.

"Too! Too! Too!" argued John the Mysterious.

"Stop that!" declared the Lord God Freddie, "Now be off Brian the Wise, and leaveth of these false prophets! Yea, though they may be good, they art not THAT good!"

"Yeah!" sayeth John the Mysterious.

"But thee art mentor of the Blackness, thee hast taken them under thy wing to guide them in the ways of preaching. The multitudes must knoweth of thy good deeds for praise be thine!!"

"Bollocks!" spake the Lord God Freddie, "Thou hath nothing to do with the Blackness and nay willeth this young imposter filleth thy shoes! Now giveth thee back thy crown at once!"

And the Lord God Freddie did snatcheth up his robe and crown and walketh off in disgust.

And John the Mysterious did poketh out His tongue at Brian the Wise and did walketh off in disgust also.

Brian the Wise did sulketh.