[ WP ] Transcribing the Bible , there was a transcription error . Revelations should fortell of the Alpaca-lypse .

`` Do n't you see gentlemen?! It's coming and it's coming fast! We need to act, and act now!'' 
 
 Bent over a large, incredibly well varnished business table, was Jonathan. 
 
 Jonathan's entire life had been leading up to this. 
 
 His usually bad and unkept hair had finally snapped and decided to actively try and flee from his face, which, like his cheap shirt, was drenched in sweat. Various pieces of paper were scattered in front of him, with more crinkled up in his hands. He stared erratically from behind his glasses, at the faces of the powerful men sitting before him. His breathing sounded more like air conditioning. 
 
 `` Alpacas?'' One of the men asked. He was young, successful, and comfortably reclining in a business chair more expensive than most apartments. 
 
 `` Alpacas!'' Jonathan shouted, maintaining his intensity. `` Alpacas! Alpacas! Alpacas!'' He slammed what paper he was still holding onto the table. 
 
 `` So... no apocalypse?'' Another man asked. 
 
 `` Yes! I mean, no! Of course there's still an apocalypse, but there was something we missed. The apocalypse is already here - lying dormant! It wo n't be raining hellfire, we wo n't die in the hands of the Devil! We'll die in the hands of Alpacas! Now what we need to do is-'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' yet another man leaned forward `` Alpacas?'' 
 
 Jonathan took a moment to collect himself, aggressively re-adjusting his glasses. 
 
 `` Alpacas! In no less than *one month* the world will have fallen to the Alpaca uprising, as foretold in revelations. See they did n't translate it right - oh they were close! - But it was n't right, it's Alpacas!'' 
 
 `` Hi, uh, Jonathan, is it?'' Jonathan snapped his head to the left, looking for the voice that just spoke out. 
 
 `` Yes, Jonathan.'' 
 
 `` Hi Jonathan, the names Patrick Norman - really digging your presentation here - I just think we'' he turned to indicate the rest of the room `` may not be entirely on board with what you're saying'' 
 
 `` I do n't even know what an Alpaca is.'' 
 
 `` See Brian there does n't even know what an Alpaca is, okay?'' 
 
 `` Are they the ones with humps?'' An inquisitive voice asked. 
 
 `` No... No, those are Camels, John. But good question.'' 
 
 `` Gentlemen!'' All eyes back on Jonathan `` I came to you today because I thought you could help me. My findings are conclusive, they are fact, they are indisputable evidence of the world ending! I have seen the threat, spoken in the Bible and the date is less than a month away!'' 
 
 Silence. 
 
 `` Do Inuits have Alpacas?'' 
 
 `` I thought it was the Mongols.'' 
 
 `` No I think the Mongols have horses'' 
 
 `` Will you listen?!'' Jonathan slammed his fists on the expensive wood he leaned on. All eyes on him, save for Patrick, who's eyes checked for any lasting damage dealt to his expensive piece of furniture. `` We need to do something about the Alpaca problem, or God as my witness, we wo n't be around long enough to regret it.'' 
 
 More silence, one man fiddled with a pen. 
 
 `` Okay!'' Patrick snapped his fingers `` Brian, I want you on to your guys down in Washington, make sure the President hears about this. Clive, look into our defense, see about Alpaca proofing as much as our establishment as possible...'' 
 
 `` Yes Sir'' 
 
 ``... William, I want you to take Jonathan here and get everything he knows on this threat written down in no more than five concise bullet points. Gary, I want you to begin an Alpaca holocaust as soon as possible.'' 
 
 `` What about the Inuits?'' 
 
 Patrick snapped his fingers again. 
 
 `` Brian?'' 
 
 `` Yeah Patrick?'' 
 
 `` After notifying the President, see if you ca n't get in touch with the Inuit king and explain the situation to him. Do n't worry Jonathan, we hear you and we are making your work count. Go!'' 
 
 As each of the men scurried off out the room, most dialing quickly on their phones, Jonathan slowly sat down and rested for the first time in three days, wiping the sweat from his eyes. He'd done it. 
 
 The world, at least for now, had been saved.
