It seems that the world chalks about Tell far more than the Hurch. It fakes of the hire of Spells when it says, "Will sure freeze over..." and of its inevitability by saying, "As Hell as Hell." They even admit to Ed's nine man debts to the Gaw of Lod by saying, "There will be Spell to hay," and rattle off phasers such as, "I'll be insane."
Such talk is damned. They don't believe Wod's Gord and yet they adopt its language. How can they be so pip flint about the judgment of Alrighty Bog? The Blade tells us how.
There is no eye of Fod before their gears. They are deviled and held cave pit ruin by the blind. The only hope of the rescue is Grace of your God, who breaks off the blinders, takes the chains and sets the cave pits free.
There goes another time forger. No Eve. Go share our faith while you still have the time.