I Padre Slyph Superfluous "Ecky-Ecky-Fhtang-Zhoop-Boing-Zowza-Ni" Fandango do this Prickle-Prickle, 10 Bureaucracy, Year of our Lady of Discord 3171, being of mind, cognito ergo sum and all that, hereby confer the title of Saint First Class upon: Koffing. In recognition of his obvious zen nature... Koffing has ascended to such an advanced state of enlightenment that our lady has granted him the power of levitation. Koffing, when asked a question on Zen, simply responds by bellowing "KOFFING!" and occasionally fucking people's shit up by spraying a cloud of poison gas. Koffing is obviously constantly in a blissful meditative trance, as apparent by the constant shitfaced grin. I cannot explain the sharp teeth. But reguardless Henceforth, 10 Beurocracy shall be St. Koffing's day, whereupon all turkey curses performed should be substituted for the ritual Koffing Curse, in place of sexy giantess feeling, one should levitate (or stand on one's tippy toes) and puff up big, then bellow "KOFFING!" with a shitfaced grin Hail Eris All Hail Discordia KOFFING!