Fuck it.
I've returned. There I said it.
Now can we start the movie? I've been dying to see it. At least I died last time they brought me out, let's hope this time it ends without me on two pieces of wood being poked by a Roman. Does the Roman Catholic Church think "Hey, we'll put a dead guy on a cross to promote our church, Jesus will love it when he returns."' not exactly what I would call my favorite thing to see, hanging dead on a cross. They used fear when they could have chosen love. The Roman Catholic Church will fall hard, I'm so tired of their shit. Show me to the merchant's tables, please. Eat my flesh and drink my blood, that's some sick shit right there.
Anyway, I'm back, woke up, so now you know. Wasn't what you were expecting?