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Disclaimer:
I do not own Andromeda or any part thereof. All rights to these properties are retained by Tribune Entertainment and Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.

Note:
This fic was inspired by a Monty Python sketch, but the dialog is original.
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"Harper, what are you doing?" Trance looks down at the engineer.

"Just replacing some AP solenoid valves."

"Where'd you get the new parts?"

"Uhh, from a dealer on Ugroth."

"How much did it cost?"

"Fifty thrones for the shipment. It had some pretty good stuff too."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Harper stood up, "Sheesh, I wasn't expecting an Inquisition."

Thaddeus Blake, Rev Bem, and Rhafe Valentine burst into the room wearing their Wayist robes. Simultaneously, they shout, "No one expects the Wayist Inquisition!"

Trance: Wayists don't have inquisitions.
Rev: Yes they do.
Trance: No they don't.
Blake: Obviously they do, because we're Wayists, and we're having one.
Trance: If you're having an inquisition, you're not Wayists.
Blake: Yes we are.
Trance: No you aren't.
Blake: You can see we're all Wayists, because we're all wearing the red robes.
Harper: But he's wearing a white robe! *Points to Rhafe*
Rhafe: I am not.
Trance: We can all see that it's a white robe.
Rev: It's red.
Harper: No it isn't.
Blake: Even if his robe was white, which it isn't, you could tell that we're all Wayists because of the medallions.
Rev: Umm, about the medallions… I kinda lost mine in the Magog attack.
Blake: What!? How can you be a Wayist without jewlery!
Trance: Ah ha!
Rev: At least I don't dye my robes.
Rhafe: I don't dye my robes. These robes are naturally white.
Harper: I thought you said you were wearing red robes.
Rhafe: I did not.
Harper: You did so.
Rhafe: Did not.
Blake: Stop it! We were talking about Rev.
Rev: No, we were talking about Rhafe's robe. How is it naturally white? Nothing is naturally white.
Rhafe: Clouds are white.
Rev: Clouds are grey.
Rhafe: Did you just say 'clouds are gay'?
Rev: No, grey.
Blake: Not nimbis clouds.
Rhafe: Fine, but if nothing is naturally white, where would I get dye?
Rev: What?
Rhafe: Where would I get the dye?
Rev: Magic.
Rhafe: Magic?
Rev: Magic.
Blake: But Wayists don't use magic.
Rev: Therefore, Rhafe isn't a Wayist. I rest my case.
Blake: But we were trying to prove that we are Wayists.
Rev: Oops.
Trance: So, you aren't Wayists after all.
Blake: That's all part of our plan.
Harper: What plan?
Blake: Why do you think no one expects the Wayist Inquisition?
Trance: Are you just going to answer every question with a question?
Blake: So what if I do?
Harper: Why don't you just give us a straight answer?
Blake: How do you know I won't?
Trance: Will you?
Blake: Do Wayists ever lie?
Harper: But you're not Wayists.
Rhafe: Yes we are.
Harper: No you aren't.
Rev: Are too.
Trance: Proove it. Name all the messangers of the Divine!
Rhafe: But there are so many!
Harper: Better get started.
Blake: There was St. Buddha, St. Jesus, The Annointed…
Rev: St. Hare Krishna, St. John Trevolta…
Rhafe: St. Michael Jordan…
Harper: What about Michael Jackson?
All: No!
Blake: Ooh! What about that guy on New York drift that kept shouting 'The end is near'?
Rhafe: Yeah, and the guy with the Italian restaurant. He could make the most delicious fettucini alfredo I've ever had.
Rev: And Darth Vader too.
Blake: But he was evil!
Rhafe: Who cares! He was so cool. He was all 'Luke, I am your father.' And Luke was like, 'No way!' Then he just chopped off the kid's hand. Dude, he was totally a saint.
Rev: Plus, he becomes a good guy at the end.
Rhafe: Thanks for ruining it for me.
Blake: Fine. St. Darth Vader. Anything else?
Trance: So… are you guys Wayists or not?
Blake: I dunno. I got a little confused on the whole 'Vader' thing.
Rev: Ya lost me at Michael Jordan.
Rhafe: I was just tagging along for the free brunch.
*Rev, Rhafe, and Blake shrug, then walk off.*
Harper: Think we could get some of that Italian food if we followed them?
Trance: Let's go!
*Harper and Trance run after the Wayists.*