Today we end the disrespectful but nonetheless amusing script which takes up the middle section of the back cover of the LP (the top right corner of which has, by the way, been chewed by the puppy).
Continuing from before:
“Gabriel rubbed his eyes, stood up and went to the window. It was raining harder than ever. He shrugged. “All right. I’ll get on the blower and see who’s in. It’s better than ping-pong.
“Think of a number.” “Any number” “Between one and ten”. “Twelve”
“Twelve ,eh?” God pulled at his earlobe. “I think we’ve had that one before.”
“Too bad. You created me, right, I created the number twelve, right.” Gabriel gave a smug little laugh and spread out his arms triumphantly.
“All part of the vast universal scheme.” He grinned and picked up the ‘phone.
God sighed and rubbed the sole of his right foot slowly up and down his left calf. “I suppose You’re right, cock,” he said. “I suppose you’re right.”
Next time, we start on the music recorded in this rather peculiar album.