The priest, and our God, Rick Astley, strolls in, a single priest garment around his shoulder and a bible in one hand. Other than the heavily decorated sash he is only in his white undies. Suddenly he opens the bible and a large glass of holy water appears in one of his hands. " Where is the Treefucker?"
“WH-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”
“boss, what’s all the ruckus about over here? can’t a guy take a nap in peace? sheesh!”
“THERE’S NO PEACE TO BE FOUND WHEN THAT LUNATIC THAT THREW ACID ON ME IS LURKING! LOOK! HOW DID HE FIND US?”
“uh–pretty sure that wasn’t acid. and i dunno. guess robin told him? i mean, she kinda lives here, too.”
“WHAT INSIDE TREE JOKES? IS THIS WHERE ALL THOSE DISGUSTING RUMORS CAME FROM?”
“actually, you brought those rumors on yourself, edgy. people’ve been talking for a while now.”
“AND WHO’S FAULT IS THAT?!”
*I have absolutely no idea.
“deep side, eh? yeah, i was introduced to jus’ how nut-so you humans are. beatin’ someone with a thick book and then tossin’ water on ‘em binds ‘em forever? fuckin’ weird if ya ask me.” Red shrugs. “but hey. i ain’t gonna complain. it was still a good time, gettin’ to see robin all dolled up like that.”
“A GOOD TIME?? WHAT WAS GOOD ABOUT IT?! I ENDED UP WRITHING IN AGONY, AND THEN YOU REFUSED TO LET ME MURDER THIS MANIAC!!”