One day, he spaketh thusly unto the fat arsed whale of all his troubles. "Taketh unto thine own heart, dost thee, of all the sins and troubles of the Earth and Lo! thou art much grieved. Thouest knowest not what to do!"

"Thou shouldest go thither yonder unto the highest mountain peaks and seek solace. There, thee shouldest spaketh unto no-one but meditate much, and chant oooommmmm; oooommmmm; oooooommmm; until the answers are revealeth unto thee!"

"Thou art a wise fat arsed whale" sayeth Brian the Wise and did packeth of thy napsacketh and head off unto the mountains thither yonder.

Once he was upon the highest peak in the mountains thither yonder, Brian the Wise did meditate and chant; oooommm, oooommmm, ooooommm, for forty days and forty nights and dideth receiveth of a bloody sore throat for yea, did he thusly forget to packeth of the Soothers! But Behold! and Lo! did an angel not appeareth in the sky afore Him and spaketh these words:

"What the hell art thou doing sitting up here upon this freezing cold bloody mountain thither yonder makething of all that racket?"

"Why, thou art looking for the answer!" replieth Brian the Wise and did thusly wait for the angels wise words.

"That idea art about as good as the plan thee hadeth for the ark! Fancy spending 6 months in a leaky boat! Art thy Gods all completely mad?" declared the Angel.

"What? Thee can not harken thou words!" sayeth Brian the Wise for verily windy 'twas and harken he couldeth not.

"SIX MONTHS IN LEAKY BOAT, THOU FOOL!" yelled the Angel and dideth thusly disappear.

"Ah, so that art the answer!" cried Brian the Wise, joyously and He did descend from the mountain thither yonder thusly.

After his long and arduous journey, Brian the Wise did summon the multitudes to Him and did spake unto them:

"MUSIC ART A LEAKY BUCKET!"

And the multitudes did ponder and fall silent for they knoweth not of what Brian the Wise speaketh.