And so it was that the Gods accepted the plan of Ben of Eltonia and did starteth work thusly on this great production.

"A musical, it be!" sayeth Brian the Wise, Lo! but he approveth not of this plan.

"Thee despiseth the word 'musical'" retorted Roger the Divine "People bursting forth with thy songs for reasons thee knoweth not! Ridiculous!"

"Then whateth wilst thou nameth this great thing?" asked the Lord God Freddie.

"A Rocketh God Stageth Showeth Of Queeblical Proportions!" declareth Roger the Divine.

"That art a bloody long nameth!" spake John the Mysterious, lookething up from his pipe cleaners.

"Yea, Lo! John the Mysterious art righteous!" spake Brian the Wise, "And liketh thy not of thou intentions to dropeth thy dacks in front of the multitudes! It art verily rude!"

"Howerst else shalt they knoweth that they can ne'er compare of thineselves to the Almightyness of Thy Gods?" thundered the Lord God Freddie, for looketh forward, did He, unto dropping thy dacks!

"Ah! That art IT!" crieth Roger the Divine hysterically, 'It shalt be knoweth as We Will Dack Thee!"

And it was so!