Picture it, in your minds.
The party rides into town, spear headed by Stephen Colbert riding Falcor far above, sounding their arrival like an Eagle from the heavens. Below, Bill Murray casually sits upon a full grown buffalo, smiling like the world is his oyster.
Behind him Bill Walton and Andre the Giant step leisurely, long strides eating up ground, easy grins upon their faces. Two giants, with personalities the only thing exceeding their own stature.
Behind them, a cowboy and a gladiator walk, seemingly indifferent to each other, but it is only upon further inspection do you realize it's indifference to the world, because that's the confidence they bring.
Once inside the town, a circus-like atmosphere grips the people, Bill Murray and Andre the giant hold court within the town, while Stephen Colbert and Bill Walton occupy the town square, orators like few have ever seen.
Raylan Givens and Jim Thorpe keep to themselves, but attract a different following. They do not seek out attention, but that is as much a draw to the right type of person as Colbert's bravado. Their talk is quiet, but poignant, their own confidence and Inner strength adding more to their words than any flowery prose and $5 words could ever impart.
Jack Kirby stays on the outside, quiet, observant, and always drawing. But when the party leaves town, and the spell is lifted, there are small, colorful leaflets left behind, detailing the visit, showing the message the apostles left behind in vivid panels of vibrant color and meaning.
What more would you want from apostles?