"Yea! Why wouldst Brian the Wise want to go-eth off unto the desert with a stinkething, farting camel?" sayeth Roger the Divine and He pisseth Himself laughing.

"It art the epiphany He art after, He doth thinketh an epiphany to be-eth something verily noble, that art why He art out thither yonder in the desert with a camel." sayeth John the Mysterious.

"This We thusly must see-eth!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie and He demanded the store owner, who wert nameth Habib, giveth unto Him the prettiest camel. "Doth it haveth a verily big hump?" asketh The Lord God Freddie.

"This art Bruce, and He hath the biggest hump and He art the prettiest camel in thy store" sayeth Habib.

The Lord God Freddie wert verily impressed, "Doth He haveth a big dick too?" He asked the store owner but the store owner didst nay hearken.

"Thee thusly wisheth Bruce to be-eth clothed in lycra and sequins!" The Lord God Freddie demandeth.

And it wert so.

"Behold!" sayeth Roger the Divine, "Here art Sheila, Thy camel. Lo! Doth she not haveth two of the biggest humps Thou hath e'er seen!"

"Where art Thou camel?" Roger the Divine sayeth unto John the Mysterious.

"Thee haveth a camel out there, but Thee art verily busy makething Thy saddle" sayeth John the Mysterious and the Gods hearkened to the sound of tinkering.

"What doth Thou nameth Thy camel?" asketh The Lord God Freddie.

"R2-D2" sayeth John the Mysterious.

"Behold!" sayeth John the Mysterious and He holdeth up some unusual looking devices.

"What art they?" sayeth The Lord God Freddie for He wert curious.

"Night vision goggles!" sayeth John the Mysterious.

Roger the Divine and The Lord God Freddie didst thusly cracketh up laughing.

"Thou knoweth that Brian the Wise willst killeth Us and scribeth home to Mother?" sayeth Roger the Divine.

"Yea, but 'twill be-eth verily worth it!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie.

"Whereforeart Thou going-eth?" asketh Habib.

"We art going thither yonder unto the desert to spy-eth on Brian the Wise" sayeth Roger the Divine and He roareth laughing.

"He art out there in the wilderness with a stinking, farting, orb-blowing camel, waxing lyrical about roasted eggplant sandwiches and trying to thinketh of a grand plan for-eth Our Birth Day" sayeth The Lord God Freddie in fits of hysterical laughter, "This We hath to see!"

"I see!" sayeth Habib.

"He thinks He art going to haveth an epiphany!" howled Roger the Divine.

"Beware-eth of the wenches of the oasis!" sayeth Habib, "They beguile and begat and then steal-eth thy belongings!"

"Begatting wenches thou sayeth?" remarketh Roger the Divine and did beg-eth of the Gods to hurry-eth up for He wanteth to depart at once.

And the Gods set off unto the desert upon Bruce, Sheila and R2-D2.

And it wert so.