Once the Gods weret assembled outside, Brian the Wise did thusly ascend His throne, which had been thusly set high upon a stage so He could looketh down upon His multitudes. He gaveth the signal unto the Centaur to begin the ceremony with much anticipated ado and pomp and glory. The signal weret a simple nod of the head.

The Centaur weret busily trying to get the Knights of the Square Fireplace to assemble correctly for they knoweth not what 'pairs in a straight line' weret and they weret thusly all over the place. He weret so busy that he did not notice the signal of Brian the Wise.

Brian the Wise did thusly noddeth his head again but the Centaur weret still verily busy and growething ever exceedingly impatient with the Knights of the Square Fireplace for they weret verily thick.

Brian the Wise greweth cross.

He did thusly noddeth His head many, many times.

The Centaur dideth not notice.

Brian the Wise weret verily irked and dideth noddeth His head furiously until the multitudes did gaspeth and shoutheth out: "BEHOLD! BRIAN THE WISE ART HAVETHING A FIT!"

The Centaur spun around at once to looketh upon Brian the Wise and did thusly realise it weret his queue and did raiseth his arms in the air and asketh for quiet.

Brian the Wise tried verily hard to compose Himself but His casual, self-important demeanor weret in ruins and He weret fuming and scowling. This weret most unbecoming. His face looketh like a prune.

The multitudes weret at once quiet. Well almost quiet for they still whispered that Brian the Wise hath become verily red in the face and did looketh verily silly noddething His head about like that.

"Multitudes there!" began the Centaur, "Lo! Gather thee unto this auspicious occasion. Before ye, standeth assembled art the Brave Knights of the Square Fireplace, who do vow to marcheth unto hell and risketh life and limb to findeth and returneth the Holy Goblet of Brian the Wise! No man hath undertaken such a dangerous task afore!"

"Bollocks" sayeth Roger the Divine, "Thy Holy Goblet art already foundeth!"

"Thou art fulleth of crap!" sayeth John the Mysterious, "Brave Knights hath already undertaken such a quest for thee! They departeth last week! On Friday I think."

"Thee awaketh Us from Our slumber for THIS!" The Lord God Freddie sayeth, unbelievingly.

"SHUTETH UP!" screamed Brian the Wise hysterically "THOU WILLETH RUIN EVERYTHING!"

"BOO" cried the multitudes there, "THOU ART HAVETHING US ON, BRIAN THE WISE!"

'THOU HATH RUINED EVERYTHING!" roared Brian the Wise and did flingeth Himself unto the ground.

The Centaur, trying desperately to saveth the day, ordered the horn blowers to blow and did order the fireworks to begin and did order the canned applause to be-eth played and did sayeth unto the Knights of the Square Fireplace "BE OFF!"

And they tooketh off.

The multitudes did clappeth, albeit a bit lamely, but they did clappeth anyway for they liketh a good fireworks display, but Brian the Wise did not hearken to any of this for He weret face down in the dust, beating of the ground with His fists.

The other Gods weret disgusted and did frown upon Brian the Wise spakething:

"THOU ART ANALLY RETENTIVE AND SHOULDETH THUSLY BE ASHAMED OF THINESELF!"

And they did walketh off in disgust.

"Lets go to the pub" they spaketh.

And they did.

Some time later, Brian the Wise rusheth unto the pub and sayeth to the other Gods:

"Cometh thusly thither outside and thee shalt proveth unto thou that thee art NOT anally retentive!"

The Gods followed Him outside and sayeth "This willeth be good!"

"Standeth there and hearken!" He sayeth.

And the Gods stoodeth there and hearkened.

Brian the Wise did straineth and grunteth and groaneth and go-eth verily red in the face and the Gods did hearken to the tiniest sound.

"Is that the best thee can do?" asked Roger the Divine incredulously!

"That art pathetic" sayeth John the Mysterious.

"Shameth be upon thee" sayeth the Lord God Freddie, "For even thee can-eth fart louder than that! Alas, poor Brian, thee art truly anally retentive!"