I.
“You zealots are all the same,” the woman said as she shot fetuses at the
crowd.
Luke crouched down, trying to avoid getting hit by another one.
“Who the fuck are you?” Sock Puppet Jesus asked.
“Someone who swears? In Bibleopolis?” the woman seemed impressed. She
didn’t even look startled to be talking to a sock puppet.
“Yeah, who fucking cares about swear words?” the puppet asked.
“Well,” the woman stated, “I am Miss Carriage. And I am the reckoning
Bibleopolis has coming.”
She kept firing into the crowd. People screamed as they scattered.
“Can’t we fly away?” Luke asked.
“And miss all the fucking fun?” the puppet replied.
With the crowd gone, the sock puppet pulled Luke to his feet. Luke turned
back to watch the citizens flee.
“You are fucking gross,” the puppet told Miss Carriage.
“You don’t approve?” she asked.
“Well, it’s fucking too gross for me,” the puppet said. Luke looked around
at the hundred fetuses that lined the street. “If you could fire off some
fucking hot dogs, I might be a little bit more appreciative. I’m fucking
starving.”