We have four visitors at the gate, your Most Magnificant Parallel Pontif.
Who are they?
One says he's the Lord.
The Lord?
Good heavens!
He is travelling with two accolytes, one of whom says you owe him some money. ...
Preposterous!
... The other seems to be hiding a hotdog and a sword.
Send them away!
Wait. Do they have a dog?
Sort of.
Let them in! I've been waiting for them.
Your Blessed, Bedazzled Behemoth?
Do as he says.
You may enter.
About damn time!