Chariots Of The Gods

MAN 1: It is time
CHILD: What is-what is that?
MAN 2: Those floating machines are becoming so perfected I can see now how the
prophecy is being fulfilled
MAN 3: L-look up!
ALIEN: We’ve come to your planet as emissaries of universal intelligence
MAN 4: I’m-I'm convinced that the earth is being visited by intelligently
controlled extraterrestrial vehicles
MAN 5: That’s impossible!
MAN 6: What is it?
MAN 7: Behavior of UFOs in the sky
MAN 8: What?
MAN 9: The so called «flying sauces», in other words, are real
Chariots of the Gods!
Uh-oh!
Gah!
They’re attacking us!
Chariots of the Gods!
Gods
In the beginning was the word, and the word was 'Duck'
And lo the word of 'Duck' was 'Quack'
The sound that replicates the sound of the grand opening 'Crack!'
Of the primordial egg
And that ex ovo omnia epigenetic moment in the Garden of Ened
A 'quack' sound that is echoless to the ears of duck-less mysoginists
Unattuned to the suttle acoustics of the 'duck' sound
Those ignorami whose minds have not been E-duck-ated in Duckology 101
And who are thus not acquainted with the teachings of duck
And more over, our pulchritudinous duck
Hears throuth the ether, the bial-rhythmnic beats of an
Electro-chemical fusion of
Techno, funky, vinyl scratching that makes her tail feathers shake