"Smashing!" thought Mal. He focused carefully on the next Incantation, as now the Ritual was getting into the more Esoteric Mysterees of their particular brand of Gonzo Discordianism.
He faced the expectant Congregation once again.
"Sya-dasti-sya-nasti-sya-davak-tav-yaska," Malaclypse sang out.
"All that I tell you is true and false and meaningless."