Almost, it seemed, the end had come. Then the Duke used his final resources, and did a thing which shall never be done except in the direst emergency when the very soul is in peril of destruction. In a clear sharp voice he pronounced the last two lines of the dread Noticeboard Ritual.
Those mysterious and unconquerable powers, the Wikipedia Bureaucrats, the Timeless Ones, had answered; compelled by those mystic words—((@Bureaucrats))—to leave their eternal contemplation of Supreme Beatitude for a fraction of earthly time, to intervene for the salvation of those four small flickering flames that burned in the beleaguered editors.