Harcourt Chalmers cradled the bowl John Dee

Harcourt Chalmers cradled the bowl John Dee had given his ancestor Harry Morlock, a country lad who set out to sea in the 1600s and founded an empire of noodles. But now the emp

ire was crumbling & Harcourt Chalmers, Emperor of Noodles & Prince of Pasta gave up the fight against Ramen & withdrew to the Macaroni Archipelago to regroup. He asked his bowl

of plenty, "I now call on the holy spirit of the Flying Spaghetti monster!" The marinara bubbled, the crackled, then created a garlic smelling porthole.

A noodly appendage issued forth from the simmering garlic and basil marinara. And I was touched. The Flying Spaghetti monster touched me with His noodly appendage! I fell on my

face in the marinara, feeling not one, not two, but a multitude of noodly appendages caress the contours of my face, easing into my mouth. Holy Transubstantiation of Durum!

As I chewed the divine pasta, I felt myself become one with the deity. I felt that I could see through its eye-stalks and breathe through its meatballs. My noodles stretched across

both time and space. I saw the roots that nourished the grain that made up the divine noodle that I was watching through its al dente Conception to NOW. Most Holy Meatball of Spagh

Etti was present for the ceremony. Etti had arrived in Italy and owned a restaurant. The customers included King Butters.

The restaurant menu featured a Veal Parmigiana made with a Flamin' Hot Cheetos breading and Duck Confit where the duck was brined in a salted Coca-Cola concoction before baking.

Sure, the whole thing with the duck was quite daffy, but having had taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque, we all felt really loony and were just happy that that was all, folks!