On a box in the basement a little insect
Said “Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
And Chris said to him “I deserve your respect”
“Not Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
“It was I who created your mutated race”
“Yet you tell me that someone has taken my place”
“But” the silverfish said “He had much better taste”
“That Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
Now he prayed for Dior as he sat on that box
Chanting “Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
And a beetle he sacrificed (dressed as an ox)
Oh, Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin.
From the stately cathedral of Wilkin’s lost glove
They sing out their praise to the ground floor above
For the Tip to send wisdom of rapid-fire love:
“Oh, Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin.”
Perhaps the pea-green habit is the pilgrims’ way of humbly acknowledging that they can never hope to match the sartorial magnificence of Signor Colossus and are unworthy to even try?
Ouch.
Sorry, Chris.
On a box in the basement a little insect
Said “Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
And Chris said to him “I deserve your respect”
“Not Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
“It was I who created your mutated race”
“Yet you tell me that someone has taken my place”
“But” the silverfish said “He had much better taste”
“That Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
After “Tit-Willow” from “The Mikado”
Bravo! *golf clap*
Now he prayed for Dior as he sat on that box
Chanting “Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin”
And a beetle he sacrificed (dressed as an ox)
Oh, Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin.
From the stately cathedral of Wilkin’s lost glove
They sing out their praise to the ground floor above
For the Tip to send wisdom of rapid-fire love:
“Oh, Wilkin, Tipwilkin, Tipwilkin.”
Much more than golf clap! I’m a huge Gilbert & Sullivan fan, and you both made me happy.
Now that’s funny.
I was wondering why he was saying that! Thanks!
I am still in awe about how far in advance Shaenon and Jeff planned these adventures.
This.^
A good personal impression is as important in religion as elsewhere.
“I’m sorry, Baal, but Jesus is much more…how shall I say it, _approachable_?”
Bask in His sartorial splendor!
Shouldn’t a pilgrim of the church of Tip be dressed a tad more, well, flamboyantly? I doubt he’d find much worth in a pea-green habit.
I *think* that’s what I’m looking at there…
Perhaps the pea-green habit is the pilgrims’ way of humbly acknowledging that they can never hope to match the sartorial magnificence of Signor Colossus and are unworthy to even try?
Are we forgetting what Tip looked like? A refugee from a Hefty bag?
I’d say ” *laid* down our laws”.
Maybe he’s the antipope.
Just goes to show – you can’t choose your creator but you can choose your god (other types of belief system are available).
In any case, being someone’s god may not help all that much. As per Red Dwarf:
Lister: I am your god!
Cat: Okay. Turn this into a woman.
Lister: I’m serious.
Cat: So am I.
The subject doesn’t come up again.
Chris cannot tell Tip any of this. If you think his ego is huge now, wait until he finds out he actually has worshippers.
The possibilities alone are giving me a headache. (Brr.)
I doubt Tip would go back down in the basement for mere worship…
I wonder what level spells he can grant….
Look, it’s simple. You’re old Testament, Chris, and Tip is the New.