Lessee, blessed.. read.. what else, uh.. prophecy, yeah.. um... eggs! Eggs, I need eggs.. milk...

Jesus, somebody kill this kid already. N-Now we're in one humdinger of a wiffle, chaps!

Oh wow.

No, I didn't skip a panel. God has indeed lowered the boom, and it involves loads of primo pussy. Despite this comic being made in the 70s, it seems we're not getting any warnings about staying off drugs, because this chick's going to heaven and she's obviously stoned out of her gourd. Meanwhile the woman below her adoringly partakes of the aroma wafting from her armpits.

Note that Spaz is the one who doesn't understand the significance of a bunch of babes flying all around him. We're getting subtle hints here.