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PLOT, PLANS & FRYING PANS
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Back off preacher I don't care if it's Sunday!...
...oh....*looks around*...this is pretty cool...for a Church and all...
*starts playing with a stuffed Jesus dolly*
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...er...mommy!...eep!
main stream faith seems a little...scary...
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"Right you sinners...com 'ere"
*gets her PitBull Handler gloves on and puts in her gum shield*
"Be excellent to each other, Don't be a cunt to you're parents or you'll get dis-inherited, try NOT to kill you're siblings/friends/human buddys and if you do DON'T YOU DARE GET CAUGHT AND TRY AND BLAME OUR SPOON BENDING BRAIN WASHING CULT..er...CHURCH...FOR IT!"
*bangs the pulpit hard sending a small quake through the local area*
"HAIL SANTA!"
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"DON'T MAKE ME PREACHY!...
YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M PREACHY!"
So...theres a War on, people are starting to show the effects of CJD and are going to start dropping like flys...we still have hundreds of people starving to death, dying in poverty and being tortured and excecuted over their sexuality...
...what is there to say?...you give the world a chance, you try to make you're voice heard, nobody listens and oh look!...we're still living in Hell!...
*rolls eyes*
I'd like to thank you mom, I'd like to thank you Dad for bringing this fucking world to a bitter end...
...bloody Elders...sooner they pop off and let us run the place the sooner we can all get going to our after-lives of choice...*sigh*...
VALHALLA!
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Repent or get bent....
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