Your praise offends me, for I am a devoted member of the Church Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. May his noodliness have mercy upon you, you of silly faith. Convert swiftly, and the divine pasta strain may not be forced to use it's benevolent and infinitely delicious powers to throw you into realm of the anti-pasta, to be devoured by the fetid pirate pirayas for all eternity!
Our pasta who art in Heaven,
Flying Spaghetti Monster be thy name.
Thy parmisian come
thy noodle be done,
Al-dente as it is in heaven.
Give us this day, our daily Garlic bread.
Forgive us our anti-pasta
as we forvige those who serve anti-pasta to us.
And lead us not to false sausages
but deliver us from hotdogs.
For thine is the Marinara, and the pesto, forever.
Salude.