Here goes nothing...
PARADOS (enter CHORUS)
Chorus:
Welcome back my friends
To the Show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend,
Come i--
Leader of the First Semichorus:
No, no, no! Wrong show! That's not we have planned for tonight and the subsequent nights. What we have planned is... um... uh...
Chorus:
Well?
Leader of the Second Semichorus:
Typical. He doesn't know. As usual, I'll have to intervene--
Leader 1SC:
Wait! I remember. The thing is.... hold on-- ah. It's not on my person. In the mean time, I will fly like my legs were the legs of a deer, to high places! That is, my apartment! Where I left my notes! Yah!
Chorus:
In the mean time, we'll practice. Ready?
Hello!
Hello!
HELLO!
Hello, my CAA Island baby
Hello my CAA Island doll (hello my CAA Island dooooolll)
I hope this performance will--please thee
I hope our show will please y'all (I hope we please you all)
Leader 1SC:
Ha! I'm back!
Leader 2SC:
And not a moment too soon. We were able to rehearse uninhibited.
Chorus:
Indeed Master Pseudonym, our practice was unmolested.
Leader 1SC:
Just what are you insinuating?!?
Chorus:
We are wounded! You thusly impeach us, accuse us of thinking of you as a thorn on our collective side, a blister on our collective heel and a boil on our collective bum? Our collective self is outraged! But not in the collective least surprised.
Leader 1SC:
Would you stop saying collective so much? We're wasting valuable parados-time.
Chorus:
Sorry. But how does ours compare to classics such as Spaceballs, Young Frankenstein and Excel Saga?
Leader 2SC:
Parados-- not
parody. But I agree. We need to consult the script.
(the CHORUS eyes the text)
(Strophe)
Chorus:
Hear us! Tell us muse, of the deeds of Godlike Omega Amen,
(granted, let us make the disclaimer that there is none like
God, and we disbelieve in the existence of the Muses, but
Mind you this -is- a Greek play), of how he led a handful of the Noble
Through the straights of despair, the tempests of anguish, and
The long lines at Safeway. Show us how the Thoughtful masterminded
The salvation of his comrades, the defeat of his enemies, and
The algorithm to solve that pesky Rubix cube. Oh God, how such things
Are known by you! (and especially that friggin cube!)
Leader of the First Semichorus:
Omega fears God.
Chorus:
Glory!
Leader 1SC:
Omega is wise.
Chorus:
Glory!
Leader 1SC:
The Omega's steadfast faith in the Almighty vanquishes the evil one, like crap through a goose!
Chorus:
....ech, Gory!
(Antistrophe)
Chorus:
The Men of the Alliance, Christian Anime that is, faced peril.
Nuturing Chloe found herself at odds with Father Viking;
An unholy wrath plagued her otherwise noble, far-seeing soul.
This malady was not unlike SARS, though it certainly didn't come about
By eating exotic animals (God forbid! Peter would shut the gates of heaven,
And PETA would have our necks in a pillory). Instead, God knew that
His Enemy sowed the seeds of discord in their hearts, long after sowing
The seeds of Disco in that godless decade, the 70's.
Leader of the Second Semichorus:
What was at first a minor disagreement...
Chorus:
A small one!
Leader 2SC
Balooned into a deadly conflict!
Chorus:
A tall one!
Leader 2SC:
And soon, the patriarchs of the CAA found themselves on the business end of a boomstick!
Chorus:
A... shot gun?