My master the Butter Bull sends a message to this temple:
Chaire! Pos echis bitches?
Ya I know its Greek, but THE BUTTER BULL IS LOVING THE GREEKS! Armenticius, my supposed prophet, seems to be serving other gods. I recognize the lunacy of monotheism. I accept the multitude of gods clambering over each other high above Micras. Part of the reason I reincarnate so often is that the celestial plane is too goddamn crowded with self-important micronational deities. Each one claiming total devotion from some pathetic 3 month old country no one cares enough about to sign a treaty of friendship with.
However, Armeticius, or whatever he calls himself here, can NOT serve two gods, and therefore, I'm going to come take this ugly little broken temple. I like my temples broken, like in Natopia. So this will do nicely for my eventual expansion into foreign lands to gain supporters to fight the Margarine Spirit or whatever fake form it will take to confuse all butter-fearing people.
