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Sandro is the sort of angry young floral rug for whom once is never enough. He must have more, and as a result, we get more, in this his second masturbation on the collection.
(young man walks into a church seeking absolution, sits down in the confessional booth, the wooden panel slides aside.)
Forgive Me Father, for I have sinned. It has been exactly never since my last confession, and I have much to ask forgiveness for. Many sins weigh heavily upon my soul.
- Tell me, my son. I am here as the physical representation of His eternal forgiveness. If there is true repentance within your heart, the Lord will forgive all your sins, washing your heart clean. Proceed, my son, tell me of your sins.
See, there's the first problem, I find it so condescending when you cunting priests call me "son", it drives me fucking berserk! I had enough problems with me old man before he popped his cork without you calling me "son" too. Jeez, I knew I should have gone to the rabbi instead.
- No, no you made the right choice by coming here. I really need the business, behind on my quotas for this month, you see. Besides, the rabbis don't give as good confessional as we do, not at these prices. In fact they don't give confessional at all, the stuck up bitches.
Too right. I like getting my money's worth. Should I slip the money under the screen or drop it in the poor box?
- Let us worry about matters of Caesar's renderings later. We shall concern ourselves with matters of the soul for now. We'll talk cash after the half hour is up. What should I call you to avoid angering you again, member of my flock?