PARASITIC SCRIBES STRIKE VENOMOUSLY AT THY TEMPLE-TOWER!

Thee would supposeth that most of the multitudes have half a brain cell between their ears but yea, doest thou have to remind the Multitudes that it is hard work being a God and very taxing when thee hath to stay up half the night star gazing so thee can bring some form of higher education to you lowly sort, hence a God needs His rest!

Wast thee not then, horribly awoken early this morn....11.12AM to be precise!!! Lo!, thee kid thou not! Dost thee hath to tell thou how RUDE this art...waking a GOD of thy status at that unGODly hour? Of course, it was the lowest of the low type amongst you...a scummy, weasely, slimey, infested News of the World type leaning on thy buzzer at THY TEMPLE-TOWER, talking about pictures of thyself emerging from...."

He got a quiet 'Be Gone!' from thee before thee put thine entry phone down.... What doest thou mean, 'what is an entry phone?; It art the phone Thee hast by thine bed to answer the door by! What doth thou mean, thou actually answers the door by opening it???

Behold, when this scummy, weasely, slimey, infested, low life came back 21 minutes later, when thou art being massaged back to sleep by six nubile young things, and he leaneth on thy buzzer AGAIN, he receiveth a much less pleasant utterance from thee! Thee spake crossly unto him "'Go Away!!"

Next time thee shalt maketh of the rude noises at him over the entry phone!!!

Knoweth not, doth he, that ne'er a quote from Thyself shall he receive, without making sacrafices and offering unto thy Holy Self!

And Lo, werest he not wily enough to read The HOLY WASHING TROUGH he would hath knowest of the story anyway! Right? Oh ye of little faith!

Thy hate these dumb bums! They art dumb and they art bums. And now thee hath missed thy beauty sleep and doth hath poodle hair. Dumb bums. Now thee hath to send the slaves down to disinfect thine doorbell. Now, thy will need double the sleep from all the work this scummy, bummy, dummy hath created.

BtW

*sulks*