"Verily strange!" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"Maybe Brian the Wise art cooking roast cacti sandwiches!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie and He cracketh up laughing and nearly fell off His camel again.

"Art that where We art going-eth?" inquired Roger the Divine.

"Yea, that art where the trail leadeth" sayeth John the Mysterious, "Thee thinketh that art where Brian the Wise art"

"Art We there yet?" sayeth The Lord God Freddie who grew-eth increasingly bored.

"Nay!" sayeth John the Mysterious, "We shalt hath to trekketh through the nigh, We shouldst thusly arriveth just afore dawn."

"Oh Thee art so bored!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie.

"Here! Why doth Thee not watcheth a DVD on this portable DVD player Thee maketh out of pipecleaners and beer bottletops!" sayeth John the Mysterious.

The Lord God Freddie wert quite contented then and they trekketh on quietly through the night. Roger the Divine wert unusually quiet and John the Mysterious suspected one of the nubiles wenches hath snuck aboard His camel.