Oh, yeah. Good. You and God can help me with a question, something that's been consternating me all night. [holding up two sets of intestines] Which is my daughter [Voice breaking] and which is the cow? Exactly. There is no difference. It's all meat! I've looked. There's nothing else. There's no spirit. There's no soul. There's nothing.
You need to let the people know. You need to stand in that church and you need to, t-to denounce Him. You need to shout. You need to scream. You need to spread the word. Okay, Preacher? You need to denounce Him!
Now, just so everyone understands, this is gonna be a night assault over open ground against an expert marksman in an elevated position, so you know drink lots of water. Lighten up, boys. I was joking. Water ain't gonna make a damn bit of difference.
No, Sheriff. That church is nothing more than wood and paint of bits of colored glass. It's a lie, and I'm going to tear it down peg by peg. Grind it into dust. "Holy ground," my ass.
The more active targets we can offer the preacher, the more likely we are to overwhelm him with our faceless wave of humanity. Again, to clarify, I don't say "faceless" in the pejorative sense, so much as a practical sense, as it will be night and your faces will be indistinct and immaterial.
