Now, let me tell you a little bit of history about this particular hundred-years-young house of God.
Bartleby (emerging from crowd): God's house? God doesn't live here anymore! He's grown weary of your superficial faith. He's turned a deaf ear to your lip-service prayers. He has abandoned you, His favorites, to the whim of judgment. Hypocrites, charlatans, prepare to taste God's wrath!
Maybe we should just leave.
You wanted your body count, you got it. This crowd is rife with sin. We'll judge them all.
Officer McGhee?
All right, mouthpiece, let's leave the nice Cardinal alone and go for a ride.
Mister McGhee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
Is that so?
Ladies and gentlemen, you have been judged guilty of violations against our Almighty God. And this very day, I assure you, you will pay for your trespasses, in blood! (to Loki) Wings. Now.
I'm feeling a little exposed, here.
Do it!
