“You see, it’s so peaceful in here compared to your church.”
“My *former* church. I’m with you all the way, Pitch darling,” Mary whispered back to her vampire husband. “Martha Lamb’s just gone plain *loco* with these urges of hers…. exposed for what she really is if you ask me.”
“Precisely. The Cult of Oo’d always admits such urges and encourages their uses. Cheese blocks them out. But cheese *is* the urges.”
“Can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
Bill, the Queen of Collagesity, finished up her rant and turned toward the victim. It was always the same ritual.
“Don’t kill me, sir, er, ma’am,” the bound clown begged. “I have so much to live for!”
“Oops! That was really a squirter, Pitch, haha!”
But then suddenly loud talking Mary, all eyes upon them, turned red herself from embarrassment.