prophet

"Hey Toto," called Ignum, kicking a small furry thing that he'd caught trying to eat his shoelaces.
"Yo?" Toto replied.
"Ya think that fairy puts out?" Toto was about to respond when Saint Jenny swatted them both over the backs of their heads.
"Ow..."

"Do you two ever stop letting your hormones think for you?" she asked. Toto looked humble and ashamed, mumbling apologies under his breath and rubbing the back of his head. Ignum just pounced and gave her a good licking. Saint dracco giggled.

Saint Jenny, frustration written all over her face in big red letters, looked around her. Toto was perched on a munchykins chest, tickling him mercilessly. Ignum was poking a rather silly looking tree with a hotdog in his hand (Ignum's hand that is. The tree was of a non specific gender. Codism supports all genders including those that don't exist.) Saint dracco was sniffing around the edges of the Fairy's dress like an Irish bloodhound. He rolled over onto his back and looked up at her waiting a bellyscratch. Jen nudged him to one side.

One day such a great clamor arose from sea that all of the Fishiples, Saints, Angles, and other people with ears all ran to look and see what in Cod's name was going ON. And when all these eared people ran to the ocean's edge they saw something quite amazing.

The great and powerful Cod was fighting a dark and powerful dragon, whose wings spread so wide as to darken the sky for miles. Each time Cod hurled water, the dragon dodged, each time the dragon hurled fire, Cod dove. Soon steam began to obscure the fight.

Ancient Rome was a very boring place. Apart from the Colosseum, the Gladiators, the festivals and temples, the enormous libraries and sprawling mansions, the orgies and funny looking soldiers with their fedongas, Rome was pretty damn boring. So it wasn't at all odd that quite a large number of people went mad over the years. One such man was a prophet by the name of Carthonius Minimus Prostatius Cluthon Lemonide. His friends, for some reason that was never fully clarified, called him Ted.

Once upon a time (no really, I mean it) there were Codites. Four of them to be precise. Or to be imprecise, there were twelve. But there weren't. These were also no ordinary Codites - they were in fact, Saints of Codism. There was Saint Jenny - Coddess of the Search Engine and master of May Wheay. There was Saint dracco - Master of the T1 connection and collector of things that can be used in more ways than one. Saint Toto - aka The Prophet of Cod - Bringer of the Werd of Cod to the Werld and also a small furry dog not wearing a coat.

And so it was that one day Cod looked up from his oceany home and he saw a prince on a Quest for True Love. The prince, like most on a Quest for True Love, had, for some strange and unknowable reason, rejected all the women in his local kingdom, as well as those nearby. Not only was he rick, but handsome as well, and could easily have wom over any woman he so chose because on top of all THOSE attributes, he was also quite charming. But, as I mentioned before, he didn't like this. Instead all these things added up to make him quite bored, so he decided to leave his kingdom.

Hear me those who question the Al Mighty Word of Cod! Even now, as we speak (or write or type or read or whatever), more of the Fishine Truths are being revealed to me! Soon, the Absolut Truth shall emerge, and Cod shall expose himself to the masses (This exposition is rated "D" for "Dumb" and contains scenes of full fishal nudity. Viewer discretion is not advised).