[jimkehn]

The word of Tuucreepious hath arrived to the Prophets of Abysia. Thus saith His Majesty:

Lanka has been weighed on the balance and has been found wanting. Doth my brother, Mictlan, have a grievance against thee? So does Tuucreepious, Lord of the Flame. I have these three things against thee, O Lanka:

1. Thou hast trampled all over my flowers in my rest areas

2. Thou hast left thine empty banana peels on my sidewalks causing our young maidens to slip and fall.

3. Thou hast left Monkey Doo on my grass wherever thou walkest.

Surely the wrath of The Most High One will be visited upon thee and thy little monklings. Great and small shall fall.

Here endeth the revealing of the word.

So say we all.