And Lo! So it wert, that the Gods went off unto the Ducks Posterior for some celebrating and merriment. John the Mysterious ordered the first round of drinks and proposed a toast to Sir Cliffus the Crisp and hoped that his hair would grow back-eth verily soon.

The Gods all raised up their glasses and drank heartily unto this for They thought it wert a verily good toast.

"Who's shout?" enquired The Lord God Freddie.

"Thou's" sayeth John the Mysterious.

"Nay! It art not Thine! It art Rogers!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie.

"It art Thou shout Freddie" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"Nay, it art not! It art Brian the Wise's shout" pout-eth The Lord God Freddie.

"Well, Thee art not ready for-eth another drink yet" sayeth Brian the Wise.

The Gods looketh at Brian the Wise's glass in astonishment, for it wert still full !!!

"But We just dranketh a toast! Didst not Thou drinketh unto Sir Cliffus?" sayeth The Lord God Freddie.

"Yea, though I thusly hath a sip!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"A SIP?" the three Gods chimed together, 'WHAT ART A SIP?"

"Why, 'tis just a little mouthful" explaineth Brian the Wise, wisely.

"Whyfore doeth Thou not down the whole vessel liketh We do?" asketh Roger the Divine.

"Thee art not that thirsty and Thee doest not wisheth to get drunk!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

With this, the other Gods fell about laughing. Roger the Divine wert doubled over in hysterics, John the Mysterious did snort His vodka through His nostrils and The Lord God Freddie did shriek loudly, covering His mouth with His hand.

"Thee knoweth not what art so funny!" sayeth Brian the Wise indignantly, "Ye Gods art being foolish and childish yet-eth again!"

"THOU DRINKETH LIKE A GIRL!!!' bellowed Roger the Divine and fell about the place again.

"THOU DRINKETH LIKETH A BIG GIRLS BLOUSE!" screecheth The Lord God Freddie.

'THOU ART SO GAY!" squealed John the Mysterious.

'THAT ART IT! THEE HATH HAD ENOUGH OF THY BRETHEN. THEE ACTETH LIKE TWO YEAR OLDS! THEE ART SCRIBING HOME TO MOTHER AND YE WILLST THUSLY BE-ETH IN BIG TROUBLE!" fumed Brian the Wise.

And with that He stormed out of the Ducks Posterior and stalked all the way home and got out his lapeth top and hurriedly emailed a telling account of His predicament home to Mother.

"That willeth fix Them!" He thought.