It was disgusting, horrible!
The Magister was leading us in Night Mass like always.
And then something came in and attacked him.
He fell.
He started to speak and then...
then His Holiness... he... he... he exploded!
His arms, his legs, his brains!
His brains! Oh, my God!
On me, on her, there, everywhere, all over the place!
You saw it, saw everything.
His brains!
They exploded, they were everywhere. Brains!
Preacher, what's up, man?
It's good to see you.
Oh, thanks. Come in, sit down, chill. Whatever.
Sorry, do you want some? It's actually pretty good.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sorry that I haven't been in church, it's just...
...my dad thinks that I'll be a bit of a distraction.
He's usually right about those kind of things.
If you want to be there, you should be.
I want to be there,
it's just I don't think that God wants me there.
He's mad at me.
'Cause of what I did.
Yeah. I'm so, so sorry.
I don't know though 'cause,
like, I used to pray to Him and I would hear Him talk back.
But now it's just...
...it's just real quiet.
Do you ever think that
there are some things so bad even God won't forgive?
You promise?
Thanks, Preacher!