"Mob damn it!"

"Oh mods, oh mods, whyyyyyy?!"

"No! No no no! Mods no! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!"

"How can this happen to us!"

"This... this just stinks!"

That last statement was true enough. It stunk of Camel Dung, to be specific.

The gorgeous temple to the Modgods in Damorceos had been overrun by camels. Stinking, dirty, filthy camels. They shat throughout the temple, just as they shat everywhere, and dribbled their spit! Damn them! Damn the knaves!

"This... This was no accident!"

"No, this was an act by the mods!"

"Silence you fool!"

"Silence!"

"Silence!"

"Silence yourself!"

"SILENCE!"

"I will talk when I so choose to!"

"Silence!"

"I agree! SILENCE!"

"SIIIILEEEEEEENCE!"

Suddenly there was silence.

"This was no accident. This was the work of... of vandals!"

An audible gasp!

"How, how can you know?!"

"I've searched the temples, and all the valuables, all the relics! They've been stolen!"

"Look!" the Modfearing man pointed to the statue's crotch.

"Oh mods - Lord Mob! His jewels!"

"They're gone!"

"We... what can we do?!"

"We must recover them, lest we be punished!"

"Silence!"

"No, Silence!"

"SILENCE! We must retrieve Lord Mob's genitals! We must punish those who committed this sacrilege!"

"The camels!"

"Yes, it was the-"

"No, get these camels out of here!"

[M]: Happens in 966. I'm agitating religious tension between Modgods and the camel people in Ankon. Also, someone stole the sacred balls of /u/mob_cleaner.

I dunno how any of you can take me seriously.