Young Writers Society

After three constant hours of singing on their crosses the many men stopped in disbelief as a massive crowd swarmed the hill of which the crosses were on.

"Its the lord he is dying for our sins!" Yelled out one of the many insane followers.
"Well not really." Brian muttered.
"The lord is trying to speak!"
"Could some one please get me down." brains voice rose a bit.
"The lord is weak. speak up my lord and we will follow!"
"Just get me of this dam cross!" The crowds muttering was cut off as he bellowed those words.

A large number of Romans stepped through the crowd. the Romans circular formation opened up.
"Pwease womans (Romans) step aside!"
The senator spat out those words as if his mouth was full to begin with.
The crowd bursted out laughing. Even several of the Romans started laughing.
"SIWENCE! what is going on here!?"
"Well.." a civilian stepped forward, laughing hysterically. "this is our lord."
"What!" the senator spat as he yelled those words.
"Well I'm not really.." Brian was cut of as the senator roared in rage.
"You!" he pointed to a man "What is his name."
The man stepped forward and laughed a bit.
"His name is Jason sir."
"Get Wason of that.." Now he was cut off by the laughter.

"Look can you just get me off of here.." Brian whispered.
The senator started shouting at the crowd, spraying them with spit.
By the time he had turned around he realized that Brian had escaped.
"But how.." he muttered.
"ITS A SIGN FROM GOD!" yelled a women, which was followed by a large amount of cheers.

When in reality it was the end of the scene and it was time for lunch. But Brian using his intuitive ran away.

"Hey you. I need a ride of this set to London!"
"Oh its you." it was the trader from an earlier scene.
"Ill give you a cart for 20 gold coins."
"Sure.." Brian muttered, eager to get away.
He heard roaring in the back ground, the mob had figured out he was gone and was getting closer. Then further away. then closer again. Then once again further away. But as the trader yelled.
"NO DO IT PROPERLY!" The crowd realized ad ran towards Brian.
"fine 10 gold coins."
"What that's an out rage! ill sell for 15 gold coins."

"Listen you I'm tired of this same scene, just give me the cart!"
the mob got closer.
"Its not the way this works though!" he yelled in return.
"Listen I'm the dam lord or what ever you call me, so i order you to give me a cart!."
"Oh its the messiah!" he bowed down. But by the time he looked up Brian was racing of in the distance on a horse. Before getting off to go inside the airport and flying back to America.

the mob stopped.
"Were did he go?!"
"He ascended! He is our lord!"

...I don't even really know what to say...I don't think anyone would be able to write like Monty Python, and even if they could, it wouldn't have the impact as it would have if you were watching it. It was a good try though.

Hillarious! I've never seen Life of Brian, but I know the basic plot and that was great! Which Grail Parody did you mean, because I wrote one a while ago and put it up here. Just curious...