"Ooh! Presents!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie.

"Thee thusly haveth a grand idea-eth about the celebration of Our Holy Day!" sayeth Brian the Wise importantly.

The other Gods thusly rolleth their eyes unto the Heavens and sayeth "What now?"

"Lo! Our Holy Day should be-eth a verily special day, a day to be-eth celebrated by all the multitudes across the Lands."

"It already art!" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"Yea, but it art not grand enough!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "There art something verily special about Our Holy Day. It should thusly be-eth a Public Holiday, where the multitudes can worship Us and feast on roasted eggplant sandwiches.

And Lo! There art but an ORB STAR in the sky on no other day but that day. It art verily special. Here, behold! Thee hath taken a stereo-eth photograph of this divine ORB STAR and Thou canst vieweth them with these special glasses!"

"Put on Thou special glassses and telleth Thee what Thou see-eth!" sayeth Brian the Wise excitedly, for He wert excited.

"These glasses art silly! Thee canst see nothing but this big-eth blur!" cried The Lord God Freddie and He threw down his glasses and glared at Brian the Wise.

"Nay! Thou shouldst thusly see-eth the ORB STARS mergeth as one and becometh something special!" exclaimeth Brian the Wise, "Thee hath copyethrighted it!"

"These glasses art ridiculous! The canst see nothing but worms!" crieth Roger the Divine and He also threw down his glasses and glared at Brian the Wise.

"Nay!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "Thee shouldst thusly see-eth the brightest star, the Holy Orb Star that only appeareth upon Our Holy Day!"

"These glasses art fantastic!" cried John the Mysterious, "Thee canst see a great pair of tits" and He refused to giveth the glasses back unto Brian the Wise.

"Nay! Thou art not trying!" despaired Brian the Wise.

"Yea! We doth find THOU verily trying!" sayeth the Lord God Freddie.

"Yea! Thou art a deadshit!" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"THEE ART NOT A DEADSHIT!" cried Brian the Wise, "Thou canst nay spaketh unto Thee that way!"

"Well, to implementeth a plan liketh thous, Thou wouldst require the blessing of all the Gods and We think Thou idea art stupid." sayeth Roger the Divine.

"It art not stupid, it art a verily special day and it shouldst thusly be-eth celebrated properly-eth!" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Well, maybe-eth," sayeth The Lord God Freddie, "but Thou willst hath to come-eth up with something better than eating roasted eggplant sandwiches and wearing silly glasses!"

"Why doth Thou not go-eth thither yonder unto the desert with Thou trusty camel for some solitude and Thou may haveth an epiphany!" sayeth John the Mysterious.

"Wow-eth! That art a verily good idea-eth. Doth Thou thinketh Thee will haveth an epiphany?" sayeth Brian the Wise excitedly, "Thee wouldst liketh to haveth an epiphany!"

"Yea" sayeth John the Mysterious, who secretly just wishes to be rid of Brian the Wise and His stupid ideas for a while for John the Mysterious didst nay liketh to roasted eggplant sandwiches.

"Thee shalt packeth at once!" sayeth Brian the Wise and He rusheth off to packeth at once.

"An EPIPHANY!" He sayeth unto Himself and He felt verily important and wise.