This is a parody of "Let's drop the big one", which I don't own.

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He doesn't like them- I'm not sure why

But I think its cause the gods let people die

But even so.

I don't know.

Cohen wants to use the thunder clay.
I love the gods, even through this strife.

But I'm not sure about my afterlife.

Would we like it better if they try to rout us?

I'm happy if the gods don't care about us!

But he'll use the clay anyhow.
Hunghung's too foreign, and Ephebie's too odd

Sto Lat smells of cabbages

Howondaland has too many gods

Who may have given him pride and fame,

But when he dies he simply cannot claim it!
Maybe it won't affect Fourecks.

Maybe they'll just go on,

Even if the world is ending,

If all the gods are gone!
Boom goes Offler, boom goes Hat!

Enough of this and enough of that!

No more rites anywhere on the disc

The people will make new ones without the risk!

How happy I'll be!

No more Luck or Fate for me!

I can walk the streets in peace

Without fear of blasphemy!
But I'm not quite ready for that day

When the gods all go away-

He'll use the clay

Any

How!