Where oh Where has the good Rev. Gone?

[EraPassing]

You wretched shoehorn of a diseased gobstopper!

[Efrim]

Roger is alive and well despite whatever he may tell any of you.

[EraPassing]

Efrim, you firm example of a friend's middleman, you are the other friend.

[Wishfarple]

Where has Rev. Roger gone?  
Long time passing.
Where has Rev. Roger gone?
Long time ago.
Where has Rev. Roger gone?
He's gone after young girls, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

[EraPassing]

ROG!  ROG IS HERE!  I SEE ROG!

*pounces and bites his head in an excess of excitement*

[The Good Reverend Roger]

ROG!  ROG IS HERE!  I SEE ROG!

*pounces and bites his head in an excess of excitement*

*clonk*

Hardhats ROOL.

[EraPassing]

*claps hand to mouth*
Gof dabbit, Rosh.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

*claps hand to mouth*
Gof dabbit, Rosh.

I even put a whoopie light on top to warn you.  Look before you leap.

I have another rant percolating...

[saint aini]

I know that my Reverend lives;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
he lives, my ever living Head.

He lives triumphant from the grave,
he lives eternally to save,
he lives all-glorious in the sky,
he lives exalted there on high.

He lives to bless me with his love,
he lives to plead for me above.
he lives my hungry soul to feed,
he lives to help in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply,
he lives to guide me with His eye,
je lives to comfort me when faint,
he lives to hear my soul's complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
he lives to wipe away my tears
he lives to calm my troubled heart,
he lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
he lives and loves me to the end;
he lives, and while he lives, I'll sing;
he lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
he lives, and I shall conquer death:
he lives my mansion to prepare;
he lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to his Name!
he lives, my Roger, still the same.
oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Reverend lives!



You may remain standing.

or not

[Horab Fibslager]

thegood lady has forsaken us.


damn.

[East Coast Hustle]

wow.

that was fucking crap.

[saint aini]

So, if we can so easily adapt a christian hymn to speak about Roger, does that mean Roger is Jesus?

Here's the original...

I know that my Redeemer lives;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
he lives, my ever living Head.

He lives triumphant from the grave,
he lives eternally to save,
he lives all-glorious in the sky,
he lives exalted there on high.

He lives to bless me with his love,
he lives to plead for me above.
he lives my hungry soul to feed,
he lives to help in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply,
he lives to guide me with His eye,
je lives to comfort me when faint,
he lives to hear my soul's complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
he lives to wipe away my tears
he lives to calm my troubled heart,
he lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
he lives and loves me to the end;
he lives, and while he lives, I'll sing;
he lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
he lives, and I shall conquer death:
he lives my mansion to prepare;
he lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to his Name!
he lives, my Jesus, still the same.
oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!

[Ben]

Okay, the gigs up.  Roger is Jesus Christ.

[East Coast Hustle]

geez...that's too bad...I kinda liked Rog....

[saint aini]

But Rog is the Messiah!

He comes to save us!