. . . and the clouds parted, and the other Mudcat deity spake thusly . . .

Oh Flatus Maximus, thou who art of great fart and heart, hear the cry of your humble servants, who poot only to please thee. Besmear, besmirch, and besplatter us with thy gaseous glutimus, for we art lost in a brown fog without thee to lead us into the halls of Montezuma's Revenge. Pay heed to our beseechment, oh Putus Glorimus, for the universe doth grow exceedingly sweet-smelling without your putrid pronouncements. Rescue your humble worshippers of the Patricus Potamus, and come to us in our most flatulent hour of need.

Humbly and most besmearingly yours, TGG (High Priestess of the Patricus Potamus Local 69)