And there was much partaking of the Vodka after the Press Conference and much writing of words of wisdom and much planning of costumes. "We should call Mother" declared the Lord God Freddie, "for she doest maketh our cloths and finery liketh no other"

And so it was that John the Mysterious wrote home to Mother and did attacheth the note to a carrier pigeon and did send it on its way.

"And pray tell us, Jim the Beach" asked Brian the Wise "How then can we spread the word of The Holy Queeble for there art many far corners of this earth and We doeth not wish to walk that far for thy clogs aren't made for walking".

"Why doest thou not harken to thine own words" exclaimed Jim the Beach, for he did thinketh Brian the Wise to be not quite as wise as he shouldeth be. "Hath thou not afore built an ark?"

"Ah yes, so we did" spake John the Mysterious "But Crystal did maketh some minor adjustments to thine original plans"

"Then Lo! There is thou answer!" decreed Jim the Beach "An ark shall we buildeth and thouest shall tour the lands preaching the Word Of The Queeble to the masses.

"Good Lord!" spake The Lord God Freddie indignantly "Travel in a floating sardine tin with such odours! Thou shalt not!"

But Jim the Beach spake thusly: "A new ark we shall buildeth, the Rolls Royce of arks shall it be, a floating palace with a deck for each of Thee Gods"

"Ah!" spake the Lord God Freddie "Of this Thee can approve, and I shall design the interior!"

"Oh, why doest thou get to design all such things when I hath Adobe Photoshop!" Brian the Wise demanded to know and did sulketh yet again.

"Declareth do I" spake Jim the Beach, for he sometimes hath to be peacemaker, "that Brian the Wise shall decide on the exterior finish of the floating palace, and that he may have a say in the name calling of it!"

And it was so.

And they did open another bottle of Vodka and get really pissed and passeth out.