Brian the Wise walked and walked and finally reacheth the Oasis, but there wert still no sign of the sniping bitch of a camel, so Brian the Wise sat down and tried to rub-eth two sticks together and maketh a fire.
Suddenly a voice from behind Him sayeth "What the hell art Thou do-ething that for? Art Thee not a God? Canst Thee not sayeth "Let there be-eth fire" and willst not there be fire?"

It wert the camel.

"Thou sniping bitch!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "Whereforeart hath thou been?"

"Thee haveth a Tupperware party to go-eth too." sayeth the camel.

"Humph! A likely story!" fumed Brian the Wise who suspected the camel wert lying.

"What art Thou trying to do-eth?" asketh the camel.

"Maketh a cup of tea, as if it art any of thou business, thou sniping bitch!" retorted Brian the Wise.

"Thee wouldst be-eth careful with fire if thee wert Thou!" sayeth the camel.

"Why" sayeth Brian the Wise.

"Thou hair art fallething out and Thee art likely to start-eth a bushfire!" sayeth the camel.

Brian the Wise did looketh and lo! His hair wert thusly fallething out!

"Eeek!" sayeth Brian the Wise, "Thy poodle perm! This art all thou fault thou sniping bitch! If thou hath ne'er gone off and left Thee unto Thine own devices in the desert, nowt of this would e'er hath happened" and He gathered up His hair and wondereth what to do-eth with it.

"Thee shouldst thusly copyethright it" He thought, but then He hath a better idea.

Sleeping upon the hard ground wert verily uncomfortable for-eth a God who wert used to a life of luxury.

"Thee willst thusly maketh a manger and use-eth Thy hair to line it and maketh it soft!" He thought.

And it wert so.

And Brian the Wise felt verily unusual and He did burp-eth.

"Oh dear!" He sayeth, "I wonder what wert in that hip flask, lo, it doth seem to be-eth repeating on Thee!"

And Brian the Wise felt verily tired.

Brian the Wise didst thusly curl up in His manger and He fell fast asleep.

"Dickhead!" sayeth the camel and he went off to another Tupperware party.