THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Whyforeart Thou boredeth Roger?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee art feeling undesirableth and nothing at all liketh a God of Rock latelyeth.

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Lo! It must be-eth the low alcohol content in the last batcheth of Vodka! Thee must thusly needeth a maketh over!

ROGER THE DIVINE: That art a Queer-eth thing to spaketh but Thou art possiblyeth right Freddie, but Lo! Thee thinketh Thee needeth mucheth more than that!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Then We should playeth a concert and preacheth The Word for that ne'er fails to bringeth out the adoring wenches!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Lo! That art a verily goodeth idea John!

ROGER THE DIVINE: But whereforeart shouldeth We thusly playeth. The art bored with the blue-eyed beauties Thee hath already conqueredeth!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Let-eth Thee consulteth Thy tablets and maps.

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: That art verily wise John.

BRIAN THE WISE: He art not as wise as Thee! I art the wise one!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: SAARBRUKEN! That's where-eth We should thusly go-eth and playeth!

BRIAN THE WISE: That wert what I wert going to sayeth!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Wert not!

BRIAN THE WISE: Wert too!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Saarbruken it art and Thee willeth thusly goeth forth unto the barber shoppe and instructeth them thusly to maketh Thee over unto a stunningly fetching God of Rocketh Star proportions!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Ooohhh-eth! Thou willeth thusly be-eth too divine Roger! Lo! Thee canst wait to see-eth the results! Thee shalt order the Captain to set-eth sail for Saarbruken Immediatethly!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Whereforeart the Barber Shoppe again? Thee hath thusly forgoteth.

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Let-eth Thee consulteth Thy Master Plan of-eth the Rainbow Worrier.

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Ah! Here-eth it art. Lower Deck E.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thanks be-eth upon Thee John. See-eth Ye later.

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Good lucketh be-eth with Thee Roger!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Behold! Roger! Thou looketh Divine! Thou art verily glamorous and stylish. Thee loveth Thou new look!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Really?

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Yea! It art verily fetching. What doth Thou thinketh Gods?

JOHN THE MYSERIOUS: Yea! It do-eth look verily good! Blendeth well with Thy yellow shorts it twill!

BRIAN THE WISE: Pah! It doeth not look that good! In fact-eth, it looketh silly!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Giveth unto Thee a mirrort so-eth Thee mayeth see!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Well-eth! What doth Thou thinketh?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea! Lo! Behold! Thee looketh verily good indeedeth. Doth Thou thinketh the wenches will-eth flock unto Thee?

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Yea! Flocketh they will-eth indeed, for Ye willeth leadeth them unto temptation, and delivereth them unto much-eth wicked begatting, for Thine art the kingdom, and the power, and the glory and good lucketh unto Thou !

BRIAN THE WISE: Nay! It doeth not looketh that good and why must Ye and Roger always hog-eth the limethlight? Mother sayeth Thee must share and not tryeth to get-eth all the attention!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Thou get-eth more attention than Thee!

BRIAN THE WISE: That art not-eth the point! Why-eth doeth They get-eth the most!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Why doth it bother Thee so? It bothereth Thee none. Art Thee jealous?

BRIAN THE WISE: It doeth not bother Thee at all John! Doeth not be ridiculous. Thee art not jealous! Thee art simply-eth making a point!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: Enough-eth of this bickering-eth! We art almost there! Timeth to frock up! See-eth Ye all on stage!

ROGER THE DIVINE: What art Thou doing Brian!?! THOU HATH GREEN HAIR!

BRIAN THE WISE: It art nothing! Thee just thoughteth Thee would changeth the colour of Thy hair!

ROGER THE DIVINE: WHY?

BRIAN THE WISE: No reason, just-eth for a change.

ROGER THE DIVINE: THOU ART COPYETHING THEE! THOU ART NOTHING BUT A SPOILT BRAT! THOU STOLETH THY IDEA FOR THOU CANST ABIDE THEE HAVETHING MORE ATTENTION THAN THOU!

BRIAN THE WISE: NAY! THAT ART NOT TRUE-ETH!

ROGER THE DIVINE: ART SO TRUE-ETH!

BRIAN THE WISE: ART NOT!

ROGER THE DIVINE: ART SO. THOU POODLE PERM LOOKETH RIDICULOUS GREEN!

BRIAN THE WISE: DO-ETH NOT! IT ART NAY MORE RIDICULOUS THAN THOU GREENETH HAIR!

ROGER THE DIVINE: POODLE HEAD!

BRIAN THE WISE: CACTUS HEAD!

ROGER THE DIVINE: TOSSER!

BRIAN THE WISE: SLIME!

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: GODS! ENOUGH-ETH! WE MUST-ETH PLAY!

And the Gods played unto the multitudes there at Saarbruken and the multitudes there did hearken unto The Words of Thy Gods and did enjoyeth themselves muchly. The wenches did find Roger the Divine verily fetching with His new glamorous look but did ask "Who art that git playething the guitar with the green hair!" But all wert not well. Roger the Divine wert so verily angry that after-eth the concert He did thusly stand-eth up and kicketh over His drum kit and poketh His tongue out at Brian the Wise.

Then He did thusly calm-eth down and taketh several wenches off for some begetting and begatting and He wert happy again.

Brian the Wise did thusly scribe home to Mother at once!

And that art the end of the story.