And the next day was December 27th, the day after Boxingeth Day, and Brian the Wise and Roger the Divine weret still not spakething to one another and the Lord God Freddie weret waiting for a replyeth from Mother becauseth he hath dobbed on Brian the Wise and Roger the Divine for punching Him.

John the Mysterious decidedeth to weave a teapot cosy from pipecleaners for he weret tired of His Holy Tea getting cold. He dideth not enjoyeth cold tea.

"What art thou erectething? Roger the Divine asketh John the Mysterious.

"A tea cosy, thee art tired of drinkingeth cold tea, thee doest not liketh of the cold tea." sayeth John the Mysterious.

"Thee shalt get Us a Vodka then" sayeth Roger the Divine and he wenteth off to fetch a bottle.

"Here we art then" sayeth Roger the Divine "A nice bottle of Vodka, but Lo!, We hath no goblets! What vessel shalleth We drinketh from?"

"Thee saveth these empty Vegemite jars fromest the Antipodes, We couldeth try those." sayeth John the Mysterious, and he goteth the Vegemite jars out of His Useful Box. The Useful Box of John the Mysterious was full of wondrous things but he kepteth it locked and it weret verily secret.

"Oh! Righto" sayeth Roger the Divine "We shalt giveth these vessels a try". And he poureth the Vodka.

"Pah!" cried Roger the Divine "That doeth tasteth like fat arsed whale wee! Oh how thee misseth thy Holy Goblet"

"There musteth be some way thou can maketh it tasteth better" sayeth John the Mysterious.

Roger the Divine thought for a moment and calleth the Captain.

"Captain! This here Vodka doth tasteth like fat arsed whale wee, thee doeth so misseth thy Holy Goblet. Howest can thee maketh thy Vodka tasteth better?"

The Captain thought for a moment and sayeth unto Roger the Divine "Leaveth it unto thee!" And he wenteth off.

The Captain returneth some time later with nine young damsels and ordereth them to warm the Vodka with their breath.

"Howest doth it tasteth now?" the Captain asketh Roger the Divine.

"Nay, it doeth not tasteth the same!" sayeth Roger the Divine in dismay, "Yea, though Thee really doeth like the nine young damsals, and Thee might keepeth them if Thee may, Lo! doeth it still tasteth like fat arsed whale wee. Woe art Thee without thy Holy Goblet!"

"What art thou doing?" sayeth The Lord God Freddie unto Roger the Divine and John the Mysterious.

"We art having a vodka in these Vegemite glasses Thee did saveth from the Antipodes but thy Vodka doest not tasteth the same without Thy Holy Goblets" sayeth John the Mysterious "And drinketh cold tea, Thee cannot, so Thee musteth away to finish Thy Holy Tea Cosy".

"Leteth Thee try!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie and He did thusly poureth Himself a drink.

"PAH!" He crieth, "This do tasteth like fat arsed whale wee!"

"That is what Thee sayeth" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"What art going on here then" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Bugger off, Poodle Perm!" snappeth Roger the Divine, for He weret still not spaking to Brian the Wise for punchingeth Him.

"Deareths!" scolded the Lord God Freddie "Thou must maketh up this quarrel thusly. Thee art Heavenly Fathers and thee must acteth accordingly. Now shaketh hands and sayeth sorry!"

So they shaketh hands and they doeth sayeth sorry.

"We art drinking of thy Vodka from the Vegemite glasses that John the Mysterious saveth from the Antipodes but thy Vodka doeth taste of fat arse whale wee!" explaineth the Lord God Freddie.

"Bollocks! Fat Arse would ne'er wee-eth in thy Vodka bottle, he art toilet trained and pisseth only in the Seven Seas!" cried Brian the Wise in despair.

"Haveth not a cow Brian the Wise! We knoweth he dideth not urinate in thy Vodka, We art saying it tasteth that way without Our Holy Goblets! Why doest Thou taketh everything so seriously, Thou wanker!" sayeth Roger the Divine.

'If Thou sayeth Thee art a wanker one more timeth, Thee shall puncheth Thou in the nose again' sayeth Brian the Wise.

"STOPPETH IT!" yelleth The Lord God Freddie, for He art hath enough of their bickering. "Findeth the Holy Goblets, We must! Now, helpeth Thee to thinketh of a plan!"

"Shhhhh!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie "John the Mysterious art thinkingeth!"

"Offer Thou Eternal Blessing to those brave enough taketh up the Quest to findeth The Holy Goblet!" sayeth John the Mysterious verily wisely.

"That art a brilliant idea!" sayeth Roger the Divine and He waseth in awe of John the Mysterious.

"Absolutely excellent!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Don't know how cometh Thee geteth the name 'WISE' then" smirketh Roger the Divine.

"Shuteth up" sayeth Brian the Wise.

And the Gods set about scribething scrolls to be carried unto all the Lands beseechething all the brave knights in all the Lands taketh the Quest to findeth the Holy Goblets.

They read:

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Brave Knights and Superheroes of All The Lands!
Losteth art the Holy Goblets of The Gods!
Drinking Vessels of the Divine, the Wise, the Mysterious and the Lord!
Thy Holy Vodka doforeart tasteth like fat arsed whale wee withouteth them!
Those Of Thee Who Art Thy True Servants, Taketh This Quest We Beseecheth Thee!
Thy Eternal Blessing of Thy Gods Be Upon Thee Whosoever Taketh The Quest To Findeth Said Goblets.
Signed
The Gods

PS: Telleth Mother We werest not fighting, The Lord God Freddie weret just jokingeth.