Our sovereign deity demands your fealty. Lord Francis shall not be denied; in the end, not even Shrek can stand up to him. Those who blaspheme Lord Francis will be visited by him as they sleep, and he shall crouch down upon your face and slurp you up through his ass just as an Italian slurps up spaghetti through his mouth. You shall wander between his buttcheeks for an eternity as punishment for your disrespect.