No, Oh no! That's it!
I am about to make the foxes speak, and put hairs on the tails of possums, the roosters will not crow, and the cows will give sour milk, oh yeah, and that's not all.
Let the lights be shut off, and let the music stop playing, the trees will no longer bend to the wind when they have seen and heard of the devastation that precedes me, before me flows a river of fire, and behind me are ashes, and not even a drink offering will be left in my wake.
The bears and lions will cower at the mention of my name, and the dolphins will refuse to walk on water in fear that I should see them.
Thas right, I am about to hand out bans like Jerry Seinfeld snapping his fingers with both hands without a smile.
Bans to the left of me and bans to the right of me.
Seek thy maker while there is still time, before my coming and my going, because it will neither be night of day at my arrival, but at even time, there I will be, and none will be with me.
So many people will be banned, that I will become known as Ranna Banna Manna to the Hindus, and the Muslims will turn to go, and they will call me the sheik of undoing.
I will be a terror to everyone that opens their eyes at me, and every mouth will be stopped up, and tongues will melt away in the day of the great banning.
Wait!
Don't even think about banning me, cause I will call down a curse from the third heaven, and then you will be sorry.
Oh yeah, then you will be sorry!
