In the first days of Prawniness, there was no prophet. There was only chaos, confusion, fear, uncertainty, doubt. Vast tracts of interstellar space were occupied by nothing more than the fear of the Coming of the Great Prawn. But then, suddenly, and without grace or style, there was a solution. The matter was solved most instantly. There was Fleps, the answer to all our problems, the solution to all our questions. And thus was born the theology, and thus was born our hope for the future.
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