[L96]

I must apologise, child of the Loaf, for 'twould seem that we have been cast out of the Holy place, thrown from our refuge in the seas of this troubled world, for the Loafer known as Mouse has demolished our sacred place of worship in order to aid the perfidious BabBazz in it's conquest of the world, thus we are forced to worship together in this simple and primitive thread... for the Mouse did build the church, for the Rockette did invite this humble servant to take up dwelling there, ye thineself invited this Preacher to minister to thee there, and the BabBazz invades the consciousness of the Mouse and forces he into heresy and traitorship, and thus doth he betray us all in the name of the Loaf, for as he wishes, so the BabBazz shall pervade the earth, inflicting upon it it's perfidious and insidious odour, nostril hair and smell, for thee shalt never see the thing thee calls the sun again, and the worst of it shalt be reserved for the one they call the Mouse, for 'twas him that sent us from the safe place into this tumultuous area of sin and misery, should thine soul be in agony for all eternity, whilst the Mouse picks thine ribs out one by one with his knitting needles, then so be it, for thine false idol and legitimately called loved one ghost cast thee thus, so for to blame the Loaf and the gatekeeper of the pointed piano would be mere tomfoolery on behalf of his children, for though they suckle at the oranges of life, of the nipples of the divine Loaf, they shalt be cast aside like frogs at a liquorice picnic, where the teddybears cease to play and thy spirit scream sin the eternal damnation of the tune of the BabBazz, for that is where no sun shall shine, where blood and misery roam the streets, and thee dare to compare us to a ":real" church, Mr Mouse? For what 'tis a real church bar a place for the impersonation of the dangerous BabBazz and a place for the false idols to gather and gallop upon the heath of the evergreen Scotland, yea though thee think thee may have vanquished those of the Loaf by thine false pretences, thee shalt need to apply much more thought to thine infideliast campaign of disrighteousness and anger, for thee shall be doomed, unless the accept the Loaf and repent, for thine time shall come, oh evil one, and the guitar pick of peace wielded by the gatekeeper of the pointed piano shalt smite thee all, and lo I may have the power to save thee from thine sin and misery, I shall not accept thee, nor recommend the Loaf to accept thee, for thine traitorous conduct has been noted, damn the to Streisand and Manilow, in the name of the Loaf I commit the thine judgement and eternal agony, and thee shalt not be mortal and thus relieve the agony and misery of thine punishment for thy guilty conscience, in the name of the Loaf begone.