This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles
Saturday, 5 December 2020
The Book of Covidicus, Chapter 10: tiers, idle tiers
Continued from Chapter 9
1. After one month, Bo-sis released the children of Bri-tain from their lockdown.
2. But the plague continued to rage. In the lands where many people dwelt, there
was sickness, while in the remote deserts the hermits rejoiced in their good health.
3. Worse than this, in the hospitals there were many sick people, while in the taverns there were very few.
4. Thus the advisers of Bo-sis said unto him, "The solution is plain.
Empty the great cities, and drive the people into the wilderness.
Close the hospitals, and send the people
into the taverns."
5. However, Bo-sis decided on a different plan, and once more he told the people:
"I have nothing to offer ye except blood, sweat and tiers."
"Good news, we're in Tier 1."
6. Thus the land was divided into three tiers, not counting the Scottites, who built
a great wall and hid behind it, shouting insults at the Englandites.
7. In the lands of Tier 1, the people might go to the taverns and carouse freely. The only problem was
that there were no taverns in the wilderness.
8. In the lands of Tier 2, the people might carouse, but only if they ate a Scotch egg with their drink.
9. Finally, in the lands of Tier 3, the people must not carouse. Indeed, they were told not to enjoy themselves at all.
A carouser awaiteth his Scotch egg.
10. Bo-sis also allowed the temples to re-open, saying "In Tier 1 they may embrace their neighbours at the Sign
of Peace: for they have no neighbours."
11. "In Tier 2, they may smile at their neighbours from a distance of four cubits: but in Tier 3 they must scowl."
12. But as the people groaned under their yoke, there came good news. For all the world could now be vaxxed.
13. For Bo-sis had arranged a jab creation scheme, whereby every man should receive a magic vixen.
14. This vixen was guaranteed to drive away the plague, and it had been fully tested: for most people
who had received it had already lived for a further forty days and forty nights and hardly any of them had gone mad.
15. Therefore Bo-sis decided to roll out this vixen, starting with the people aged nine hundred years or more; for if they died,
none could blame him.
16. So Methuselah leapt from his bed, and made his way to be vaxxed.
Methuselah rejoiceth.
Continued in Chapter 11.
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