**The Third Day of the First Month of the New Millennium Plus Six**

PROPHET SCHMOPHET!

Behold! I, Brian the Wise, art so cut up about this Paul-eth Rodgers Prophet thing that I hath backfireth and blown-eth of an O-Ring!

Lo! Thy stomach art so verily upset that Thee canst nay digest-eth of Thy breakfast cereal!

Instead Thee art farting like-eth a popcorn machine!

Thee hath let Fred out and killed-eth the canary!

Yea! Tis like I hath steppeth on a fart snake!

Lo! Thee art tired of playing the butt bugle!

This slanderousethness must STOP-ETH AT ONCE!

Love,

Bri the Wi (Dr)