Brian the Wise preacheth much with verily different opinions to that of the Lord God Freddie, Roger the Divine and John the Mysterious.

Lo! His words wert so knowledgeable that the multitudes knoweth not of what He spaketh.

"He art a tosser!" some doth sayeth.

"He art totally smashed on orbs" others doth spaketh.

"He art deep and meaningful and we doth loveth Him' sayeth others.

"He art a bloody dickhead" sayeth some.

And Brian the Wise didst thusly harken unto these words and He liketh not all of what He harkened.

And He stoodeth up upon His Soapeth Box.

And His poodle perm doth thusly swayeth in the breeze.

And He putteth on His Doctor cap....to keep the hair out of his eyes...you understand...

And He did spaketh unto them.

And they cameth.

And they harkened unto Brian the Wise.

"Why must thee harken unto more of Thou crap?" asked one.

"Blasphemer! Thou art a Little Prat! Thou worship false Gods in the Church of Derision and Thee hereby cast thee out!" sayeth Brian The Wise.

And the Little Prat spaketh and sayeth unto Brian the Wise "Yea, well, there art many who agree-eth with thee and they shalt come unto the Church of Derision with thee! So there - eth!"

"Be gone, thou Little Prat and taketh thou sniping bitch, pimply other Little Prats with thee! Fire and brimstone be upon ye!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Thou art a tosser! Thou should ne'er bother with Thou own breakaway religion, 'twill ne'er work!" sayeth another.

"Blasphemer!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "Thou worship false Gods, thou SCEPTIC!"

"Yea, well, there art many more liketh thee!" sayeth the sceptic.

"BE GONE THEN, O LEGIONS OF SCEPTICS! WITH FRIENDS LIKE YE, WHO-ETH NEEDETH OF ENEMIES!"

"Up yours!" sayeth the O Legions of Sceptics and they wert gone.

"Good riddance unto ye, wrath be upon thee!" yelled Brian the Wise after them and turned back unto the few who wert left.

"Oh-eth, Brian the Wise, Thou art great and wondrous and wondrous and great and we loveth Thou orbs!" they sayeth.

"Yea, Lo! Thee art great and wondrous!" he sayeth.

"Arrogant tosser!" yelled the Little Prats who wert hiding in the bushes!

Arrogant? Thee? Pshaw-eth!" sayeth Brian the Wise and He did looketh thusly verily pale.

"Art Thou quite alright Brian the Wise?" asked the O Legions of Friends.

"Oh-eth, Thee hath not felt Thyself lately" He sayeth and He did thusly lie-eth down and haveth a nice cup of tea.