BRIAN THE WISE: Lo! It art time to prepareth for Thy Annual Christmess Bash for-eth the Paupers, Plebs and Commoners!

ROGER THE DIVINE: How charitable of ye.

BRIAN THE WISE: Well, Roger, they do-eth not spake of Thee will such affection for-eth nothing!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Poodle-Haired Git, Wanker, and Tosser art nay terms of-eth endearment Brian!

BRIAN THE WISE: Oh shut-eth up Roger, they do not spake of Thee like that!

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo! It must be-eth Thy imagination then...

BRIAN THE WISE: Now Roger, we art enforcing Thy policy of only one drink per-eth person. We wilst not have the commoners get-ething drunk and riotous as before! Roger, Thou may be-eth in charge of the plastic cups. Freddie, Thou may be-eth in charge of the tinsel. John, Thou may be-eth in charge of the Christmess Crackers.

THE LORD GOD FREDDIE: And what art Thou doing?

BRIAN THE WISE: Lo! Ne'er Thee mind-eth. Thee hath many, many, many verily important things to do-eth. Thee hath to promote-eth this event!

JOHN THE MYSTERIOUS: Why? Hardly anyone come-eth! Thy say-eth they wouldst rather have-eth cups of tea and scones with their grannies!

BRIAN THE WISE: That art nay true John! Thy parties art a lot of fun! Now get-eth unto work!