don’t care about being holy. They care about being right,” the devil told
him. “And when I could get five hundred thousand of them sharing their
corrupted faith—”
The devil paused. Rory smiled.
“A portal to Hell would open,” the devil said. “A portal big enough to
engulf this whole planet. Bringing Hell to Earth.”
“Fucking A,” the Jesus puppet said, trying once more to free himself from
the shackles.
“That won’t happen now,” the devil told him. “But I can open a small
portal and send you and the janitor down to Hell for the rest of
eternity.”
Sock Puppet Satan and Rory Parker laughed.
“Sum Rah, Sum Lo, Mun Lo,” the devil recited. “Sum Lo, Sum Rah, Kin To.
Sum—”
A fetus slid down Rory Parker’s cheek.
“I think we have heard enough,” Miss Carriage said, stepping out of the
shadows with Roger behind her.
“Still fucking gross,” Sock Puppet Jesus yelled out.
“Your reign of terror has come to an—" Miss Carriage abruptly stopped
speaking.
Rory lifted his left arm. Miss Carriage was yanked forward, her throat
caught in his grip.
She grabbed her throat, trying desperately to remove the invisible grip.
“In another time, my dear,” the Satan puppet began, “you would have been a
perfect addition to my team. You would have had a seat at my table. But