That bloody God Squad are at it again; wandering around the village where I live; knocking upon doors and wanting to talk about their God. I didn't think that they'd knock upon my door again after last week.
Last week I told them that knocking upon doors and wanting to talk about their God was pretty much how the Holy Crusades started; and they were a pretty bloody time in history. I also told them that I was not interested in their purportedly important Jew because my allegiances already lie with Phwingichook, the Haitian God of Mud; and his religion is much better because come harvest festival everyone gets a free pig and as many coconuts as you can carry.
Next week I shall be doubly prepared. I shall paint a pentagram on the floor of my front hall and answer the door wearing nothing but ram's horns upon my head whilst spitting Bacardi over them and swinging a dead chicken around by its feet.
Last week I told them that knocking upon doors and wanting to talk about their God was pretty much how the Holy Crusades started; and they were a pretty bloody time in history. I also told them that I was not interested in their purportedly important Jew because my allegiances already lie with Phwingichook, the Haitian God of Mud; and his religion is much better because come harvest festival everyone gets a free pig and as many coconuts as you can carry.
Next week I shall be doubly prepared. I shall paint a pentagram on the floor of my front hall and answer the door wearing nothing but ram's horns upon my head whilst spitting Bacardi over them and swinging a dead chicken around by its feet.