The verily next day a carrier pigeon did thusly arrive with a parcel for Brian the Wise from Mother and Brain the Wise did hastily teareth it open with no regard for the poor pigeon.

"Heavens!" shouted The Lord God Freddie, "What hath thou done to that poor pigeon? He hath no feathers left! Could not thou wait until He hath landed afore thou rippeth the parcel open!"

"Cometh pigeon!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie, "Thee may hath one of thy small feather boas to cover thy nakedness!"

And the pigeon thanketh the Lord God Freddie and was quite fond of his pink feather boa and did taketh flight, thusly shittething upon the head of Brian the Wise.

And the Gods did snicker for they thought it verily funny indeed, but, this time, Brian the Wise did not notice for He weret too eager to openeth the parcel from Mother.

"BEHOLD!" he crieth "THEE KNOWEST THAT MOTHER WOULD KNOWEST EXACTLYETH WHAT THEE MEANT!" And he whipped out the t shirt and held it up for all to see-eth.

"What a silly cloth!" screeched the Lord God Freddie, "there art no beading and it art not satin!"

"Whereforart the bat wings? declared Roger the Divine.

"What! No loudeth prints!" exclaimed John the Mysterious.

"I ART BEEN TO RUSSIA AND THERE ART NO HOLY GOBLETS! That art not a profound and meaningful statement. That art not one of Thy Ten Or So Commandments!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie who weret quite astonished at such a thing.

"Nay, this art but a simple but meaningful statement to bringeth awareness to the multitudes there, that they hath not yet foundeth the Holy Goblet of Brian the Wise. It art directeth and to the point!"

"Oh, thou art such a sook and a spoilt sport, thou art simply pissedeth off because the Holy Goblet of Roger the Divine hath been found!" announced The Lord God Freddie.

"Art not! Thee should thusly do unto the same thing for thou Holy Goblets hath ne'er been found either!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"We hath already declared Eternal Blessing for those who seeketh and findeth and returneth the Holy Goblets" sayeth John the Mysterious, "Thou art but sulkething that Thou Goblet weret not returnedeth first!"

"Art not!" sayeth Brian the Wise and He putteth on his new shirt. "I art going for a stroll amongst the multitudes there!" he declared crossly.

"Spoilt sport" the other Gods sayeth in unison and they wenteth off to the pub.