Now begins the 6th of the 28 stages of Meta generation, for Jessel, the Tri-phelge Gutenard. Ruler of Cozark and the Outer Lands, destroyer of the Nonespeare, and Architect of the treaty of Ghwatek Usne. Ammiseries of the quad kingdoms have traveled many Klarz to witness the ceremony. Bejar Blutok of Jeerand 7. The still living brain of the mighty Kipl, today being carried by the Simbiot Vunt in his Jewel Encrusted Ceremonial Stasis Orb. And here is Jessel, receiving a long line of Drones from Digitox, the Removeable Hard Drive planet. As they approach him one by one, he inputs new data, and sends them upon their way. 2 of the elders of Digitox there, processing, and archiving good wishes for the Tri-phelge Gutenard with tremendous speed and effeciency. And now, it is the turn of Lord Ipsulot of Boak to plead in his own tounge, the mercy of Jessel. (Incomprehensable Boakian Language) The crowds seem to like the speech, but what will Jessel think? Jessel (the pope) raises a 9 The speech pleases him. Lord Ipsulot will be spared and the worlds of Boak will not be smashed this yan. The people of Zantiar are jubilent, but over in a cold part of the square, is the enclosure of the dark ones (including President George W. Bush the dickhead), former nemesis of Jessel, they stand defiant in their black uniforms. They know their time will come again, and not even the Tri-phelge Glutenard can stop them, or can he? Jessel (the pope) brings out his previously hidden light saber. End transmission from vatican (Holy See)...