And NOW dare you to claim that the messiah is not the venerable lord Anne Hathaway, but instead the flying spaghetti monster? Notice how I declined to give the flying spaghetti monster capital letters in his name, for capital letters to go people of POWER, and the flying spaghetti monster is NOTHING, NOTHING but the dust churned from the imagination of the wicked. For claiming that this NOBODY is the messiah, Anne Hathaway condemns you to death in the most vile and wicked circle of Hell, the Circle of Paula Deen, where you must wade through the lake of butter for all eternity all the while deformed and fried poultry scratch you in the eyes with their claws and bright lights never give you the satisfaction of slipping away from the torment in sweet sleep, not even for a moment.