"What is this?" mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The
Goddess of Confusion? It is utter madness!"
And with these words, each looked at the other in absolute awe.
Omar began to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar began jumping up and
down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid
squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the
other to be high priest of his own madness, and together they
declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for what ever that
may turn out to be.