It was Anna's birthday the other day. We don't know when it is, to be honest; thought the newspapers claim to do. We don't have birthdays here, anyway; because as gods we are ageless.
But apparently it was her birthday, the other day. Assuming she was born. Which is a pretty big assumption to make. So it's really all rumor. Rumors. Made by the fatties and enimies of fashion: the uglies. The uglies have created this rumor that Anna had a birthday.
So anyway. Happy un-birthday to you, Anna.
FATTY: Let's create a new concept!
UGLY: Of...birthdays for gods.
FATTY: Oh Karl smite us! Smite us!
KARL: As you wish. [SMITES with KARL FASHION POWER]
FATTY: Is this hell?
UGLY: Noo..it's Walmart!
FATTY: Thank god.