ROGER THE DIVINE: Really? Doth thou haveth a Twinkie?

INTREPID REPORTER: Yea. Please be-eth helping of Thyself unto the Twinkies

ROGER THE DIVINE: Many blessings be upon thee and pray, do-eth not telleth unto Brian the Wise.

INTREPID REPORTER: (chuckles) Wouldst He thusly maketh Thee to drinketh more Diet Juice.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea! He thusly wouldst and Thee hate-eth the stuff. It maketh Thee to fart.

INTREPID REPORTER: Roger the Divine - art it true that at Thou legendary after-show parties that thereforeart hitherwith unto, many dwarfs walkething around with lines of-eth cocaine upon their heads?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo! Thee ne'er saw-eth that! But lo, verily, 'twert probably all gone afore Thee get-eth there!

INTREPID REPORTER: Roger the Divine - art it true that at Thou legendary after-show parties that thereforeart hitherwith unto, many plates of Twinkies in the shape-eth of wenches breasts?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo! Thee ne'er saw-eth that! But lo, verily, 'twert probably all gone afore Thee get-eth there!

INTREPID REPORTER: Roger the Divine - art it true that at Thou legendary after-show parties that thereforeart higherwith unto, many naked wenches opening of the bottles of Vodka in the most-eth, shalt we spaketh, intriguing manner?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo! Thee ne'er saw-eth that! But lo, verily, 'twert probably all gone afore Thee get-eth there!

INTREPID REPORTER: Lo! Didst Thou misseth everything?

ROGER THE DIVINE: (chuckles) Nay!

INTREPID REPORTER: Pray Roger the Divine. Do-eth telleth unto us, what wert Thou doing hitherto whence all this wert going on?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Shagging.

INTREPID REPORTER: LO! Thou must hath shagged a lot.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea, Thee didst. Thee art verily good at it.

INTREPID REPORTER: Really?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea! Verily! Thee art the best shagger in all the Lands.

INTREPID REPORTER: Wow-eth!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee art better than everyone else!

INTREPID REPORTER: Even The Lord God Freddie?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea! He sayeth unto Thee that He art better, but Thee sayeth unto Him that He art not!

INTREPID REPORTER: Interestething!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee art the greatest shagger in all the Lands! Blessed be-eth the shaggers!

INTREPID REPORTER: Surely, John the Mysterious must thusly also be-eth a good shagger?

ROGER THE DIVINE: That art a mystery-eth. He may-eth be, but He art not as good as Thee.

INTREPID REPORTER: And what of Brian the Wise?

ROGER THE DIVINE: HA-ETH! He art not verily good in the sack! He knoweth not verily much of the ways of good shagging. Thou only haveth to cast thou eyes upon Him to see-eth that!

INTREPID REPORTER: Art there any wenches Thou hast not shagged?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee thusly doubt-eth it verily much. Thee hath shagged them all.

INTREPID REPORTER: And they art all satisfyethed?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Of course-eth! Needeth thee to ask-eth! Lo! There hath ne'er been a wench leaveth the bed chamber of Roger the Divine without-eth the smile of-eth satisfactioneth upon her face!

INTREPID REPORTER: Thee art surely the envy of-eth all men!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Dost thee haveth any more Twinkies?

INTREPID REPORTER: Whyforeart doth Thou eat-eth of so many Twinkies?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo! Verily! Thee art thusly all shaggedeth out!