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We are going to steal a shitload of town's people.

These gang guys aren't going to care what they have to do or who they have to

hurt to get back their money.

I'm not doing it.

Aurora's worth way more than some job and a truckload of cash.

I can't stop to shine.

You're supposed to set it on a fucking timer. They've got the money!

I don't know where he is, but if you want to talk to him, that's his number.

Well.

Tea.

That's pretty bloody civilized.

Civilized place, this.

I could be at my origami, though.

Origami. Fiber cuts are a bit.

Well, you look good.

I love the hat.

Makes me look like Bishan Bedi. Who the fuck is Bishan Bedi?

Three for 14, second innings, Eden Park.

He was out for bugger all.

Lost to the little curry munchers by a shitload. Bet he got the last wicket.

I'd forgotten I was even there.

Not going for it, this brain surgery luck.

Thanks for making me late, Mum.

Origami class will have already started and that's his favourite.

I'll luck one more time, I reckon.

Greta, saying stuff like that is wrong.

All they said was, what do they put in the food here?

Old people are very sensitive about the way they smell.

So just because she has a walking frame, I'm supposed to shut up? Sometimes

that's a good idea.

Grandpa!

How come you're not an origami car?

I was having tea with Wolf.

I thought the brain surgery was supposed to make things better.

Hi, Grandpa.

Sparky.

Long time no see.

How you doing?

I have accepted the Lord Jesus into my life.

Well, that must be good for you.

Torment!

God's all -seeing eye, withering in his hatred.

Withering and festering.

Righto, and how can I help? God has ordered me to confess to every crime

ever committed.

What, all of them?

Well, if I don't, I will spend eternity drowning in a sea of my own vomit.

Bummer. When do you hear my confession?

Sparky, I'm not a priest.

There's no time for priests!

Spreading darkness where the light of vengeance must shine and blind the

wrongdoers!

Sure, Sparky.

You want to confess?

When I was 12, I burned down a church.

I ejaculated for the first time as I watched it burn.

I crossed the line that day.

Sorry, I just don't get why you're not arresting me.

Sparky, vengeance, at least as well, isn't divine retribution, you know? The

wheels here turn a bit slower.

But I got my sister to look after my cat.

I will be in touch, I swear.

Larry Gibbs.

Nothing's burnt down lately, has it?

He just felt the need to talk to someone.

Guess it was my lucky day.

Talk about what?

Oh, sometimes with Sparky it's not so easy to make out. But he's bloody well

connected.

So anything he does spill, I want to know.

Sure.

Sparky doesn't only want to save his own soul by confessing to everything he's

ever committed.

He's looking to save every soul.

They who have sinned with me must be brought to justice on this earth so they

may begin to understand the torment that awaits them in eternity.

When he says they... He's looking to save every soul.

Next was my involvement along with Wolfgang, Jethro and Van West and Hayden

Peters in the theft of several hundred thousand dollars from some motorcycle

gangs. Van wasn't even involved.

In Sparky's vision, he was.

That's the ravings of an unhinged mind.

Not so.

Unhinged. I wrote everything down.

That's helpful, Barry.

He gave you this. All we have to do is destroy it. Again?

Not so unhinged.

I'm not stupid, eh?

I know there are those out there who fear God's wrath.

So, in case something happens, to me, I've left copies.

With my bank.

Stop thinking, Barry.

He can take your family down, Cheryl.

And now Grisham's sniffing around and I don't know how long I can keep him at

bay.

Shh.

What are you saying?

What are you asking me that for? You went out with Hayden. Yeah, but that was

before I knew he was a sicko with a thing for underage girls.

Shh.

Hi. Hello, Pascale.

Where's Ted?

In the toilet.

Are we still on for tonight?

You bet.

I'm looking forward to it.

Me too.

Good chatting.

We're going out tonight to celebrate the end of my court -imposed volunteer

base. You mean they're letting you loose on the inmates for real?

They're not inmates, Loretta.

But tonight I'm letting Bruce loose on me.

Hang on. You guys have gone on at least five dates and he still hasn't ploughed

you. Not all of us are sluts like you, Loretta. But that's a record by four

dates. Load off me bite.

And when you were in there, the fabric of the universe changed.

That's nice.

Back at Cheryl West, the door was kind of open.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Locked down, I'm not behind you. I never have been. I never will be.

Repent! Repent now!

Repent, I say, before the Lord turns his fiery gaze upon you and you are

consumed by his wrath and turns to ash where you stand.

Oh, good day, sir.

Not good, actually. Thanks, Sparky. Have you repented? No, but I'm hearing

you'll repent to anyone who'll bloody listen.

I have a lot to repent for.

Yeah, well, that's what we need to talk about. Can we go somewhere private,

please? But I must bring others to justice in God's court so that we'll be

punished and executed.

Obviously, I'm sorry for the ban and Jethro and Wolf, but you can't... You

sinners? I'll give you sinners. Come on.

Come on.

How come every time Sparky does something mental, it's me that's got to

with it? The alternative is Sparky gives his version of events to the cops. I

didn't even do the robbery, Mum.

Well, in Sparky's version, you did.

This is so unfair.

Look, take him back to his place and keep him there before he opens his

mouth to someone we don't want him to. The cops.

Them too.

The gangs, Van.

It would be bad, eh? Yes, it would.

And for

fornicators like Van, there is a vast room with the wretched souls kneel

the wall naked, their knobs plugged into the wall socket.

240 volts coursing through their body for all eternity. Can we talk about this

back at your place?

I could draw you a picture. If you like.

The room for sodomites is worse.

I'll bet.

It's smaller.

Holy shit. Exactly.

So Sparky's urge to cleanse himself means holy shit for a lot of people, not

just you, you understand?

Oh, yeah. Go up there and sort it.

Me? Yeah.

I've put him back in his box for the moment. Now it's your turn. To do what?

stop him.

You're Mr.

Cleverpants' criminal, aren't you?

You got us all involved in this fiasco in the first place. It was that bloody

plan. Yeah, and he's not here now, is he?

The tropical thing is really cool.

Nirvana. None of them. To place, none of them.

No, combined.

On the fucking wall?

He means the picture, then.

It's not Nirvana. I think what Sparky's saying is that the picture on the wall

here is his own personal Nirvana.

Yes!

When every last thing is purged from every stinking orifice of my putrid

body, I will attain...

Fiji. Nirvana. When it's all good, he'll end up in the picture, not the band.

Oh, cool.

Yes, Jack?

You got a minute?

Bring Sparky Gibbs in.

Any particular reason? For his own safety.

Apparently he's wiping the slate clean.

Didn't mention this to you?

Oh, all I got from Sparky was a lot of religious hoo -ha.

Let's bring him in for a prayer session, shall we?

Sure.

It's not a problem, is it?

Sparky being an associate of the West.

Would you want to be associated with Sparky?

Shall we pray together?

What's this for?

Prayer without pain.

It's prayer without pain. Repentance Both

of you together you have

Uncovered your private parts to each other He knows he has seen who

God you idiot, but we love each other that won't save you from God's vengeance

I'm a wicker myself with an extension cord just cuz God some pervert likes to

what he's everywhere isn't he? Of course, he's gonna watch You uncover

private parts, he can't help but bloody notice, can he? That's just thick, man.

Most you call God's. He is, because if two people that love each other more

anything in the world want to buff each other, then he should turn his other

cheek. He can't, because he's God. He's just a perv that likes to watch, man. We

will pray with you, Sparky. Let's pray.

Won't we, then?

Yeah.

But we don't have to hit ourselves with power cords if we don't want to.

So I've got Van keeping an eye on him and Jethro on the case. What the hell

can I do?

Invincing Griffin I'm not in your pocket would be good.

I don't have a pocket anymore.

It's not the way he sees it.

I'm so sorry my idiot family got you caught up in all of this.

You call Wolf?

He ran away.

I'm not letting him back in.

We'll sort it.

Do you seriously think Spocky's going to give a shit if we tell him to pull his

head in?

We put the hard word on him.

He thought we were dickies before.

Now he's taken his orders from God.

Can't compete with that.

If we're holding a couple of pieces of four between, mate.

Okay, that's the kind of thing my sister would suggest.

Yeah.

Yeah, probably.

My 16 -year -old sister.

But in many ways, she's older than either of us.

Except in actual years. It's legal. Get over it.

Okay, we can't smack Sparky.

Alright?

We do know people that can.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Get off my bed.

I've done something stupid.

If you woke me up every time you did something stupid, I would never sleep.

away. Okay.

Dr. Bruce and I had the best date.

We went go -kart racing and I kicked his cute little ass.

It was beautiful and then he dropped me home.

He's not in here, is he?

What? No.

If he was in anyone's room, it should be mine.

But...

This is when you're supposed to say, but what?

But what?

You know, you can stay the night if you want.

No one will mind.

Miss Carla, I should have told you something.

We're married.

Oh, no, no.

You're divorced.

No. You're another one of these bachelor for life guys.

In a way, but I don't think in the way you're thinking.

You see... You see what?

I'm a virgin.

Get the fuck out? Get the fuck out.

When I was at school, I was, well, I was a geek.

So I gave up on the idea of sex and got on with my work, which led to med school

and more work.

And I was too busy for sex. And then when I started at the hospital, I gave

bit of a shot. But I was generally too overworked, too tired.

I'd get called out. I never met the right girl.

In the end, it just never happened.

The only person I had a sexual experience with was me.

Ew, that's too much information, Bruce.

And that's when I did my stupid thing.

You didn't tell him about rooting the water polo team, did you? No, why would

do that?

For the he's under -experienced, you're over -experienced, so things kind of

balance out angle. No.

In fact, I kind of went the other way.

Wow.

It's amazing.

You know what?

I'm a virgin too.

I really like him and I didn't want him to reject me just because, you know, in

the past I've been generous with my affection.

And did he buy it?

Not at first, no.

I'm sorry.

I just assumed.

Because of my family, right?

Yeah, I don't blame you.

My sister is a total slut. Her boyfriend is like four times older than her.

Two? No.

It's just that... You're so beautiful.

And confident with your body.

I assumed... Sorry.

It's okay.

Heaps of people make the same mistakes.

Tell me what happened!

Well, you didn't stay, otherwise I wouldn't be in here talking to you,

We agreed we had stuff to talk about, and then he gave me a goodnight kiss.

That was the best kiss ever.

I should go.

No.

You crack down sunny wiffers?

Yeah, he doesn't tell me no.

Says we have his full support in stopping Sparky.

And he wishes us luck.

Wimp. Yeah.

He suggested Dane Harris.

Dane said he'd rather bite off his own dick than deal with Sparky.

What about Neil Branson?

He's so got it.

Do anything for money?

Yeah, he's inside.

Robbed a bottle store.

Didn't you get him off that?

Yeah, he robbed another one to celebrate.

There's no one around that wants to give Sparky the bash.

What's wrong with the world?

How can he pray all night?

I suppose he's done so much speed that his body thinks it's high even when it's

not. I don't want to stay here.

All that stuff about uncovering your sexual parts, it's rude.

I don't really mind.

In fact, when he starts talking about you uncovering your sexual parts, I get

horny. Joyce.

Hey, there should be none of that sort of behavior in a house of God.

This is not a house of God. It's a shed.

This is a house of God.

No, it isn't. It is. No, it isn't. It is. No, it isn't. As close as

I can make it, okay?

It's not my fault. It wasn't my fault. I was just a kid.

I didn't know what I was doing.

It's okay, Sparky. No, no it's not.

That's why God is punishing me.

It's just why he appeared to me that day.

You've actually seen God?

The day he gave me my mission.

Well, did you stick your finger in a light socket?

No, no, this wasn't fun at all.

Having God's rank breath upon your face.

So, what does God look like then?

Well, you've got to remember that...

God works in mysterious ways, right?

Hello, Sparky.

I thought you would leave town.

I didn't know you drank.

Didn't see many point not to.

Jesus, Sparky.

You've got to get it together, right?

Take it from me, no other bus can assault your life out for you.

I mean, God!

As much as you want every prick together, you're the only one who can

right. Get fucking stuck into it, Sparky. That's what I'm telling you.

And that is my final word on the matter.

Eric is God.

No! No, he spoke through Eric, you numbskull.

Why Eric?

Because God works in mysterious ways.

Doesn't he?

I've been thinking about this whole virginity thing, and I think it could be

good thing for our relationship.

I can do virginity.

Piss gal.

I know that when you left my room last night, you went straight into your room

and employed your little vibrating friend.

Ooh, you can hear that through the wall.

Yeah. You're sick.

Don't listen.

I'm not the one with six inches of plastic up my duff. You were better than

three inches of Hayden. At least he's not my brother. Half brother. Way, way

different. The point is, you and virginity...

Parted company many, many years ago.

Well, I could just pretend for a while, Pascal.

Cast your mind back, way back, through the mists of time to your first time.

There's something about that first time that's a little bit different to all the

other times.

Oh, yeah.

Well, maybe Bruce won't notice.

Bruce is a doctor.

Oh, yeah.

Eric. Eric.

Eric. Oh, not now.

I thought you were my scrape.

Now I hear you've been talking to Christian.

Well, I didn't have much bloody choice, did I?

There's always a choice, Eric. Not my experience.

Generally, some bastard cop leans on you. You tell him what you need to to

him to hook off.

So you told him about Sparky. That's who he asked about.

When did he ask?

Yesterday lunchtime, listen, all I told him was that Sparky's gone off his nut,

keeps saying how he's God's tool and we're all going to hell with him.

He's unlike to catch the bastard that pushed that particular button.

How long's Sparky been saying this? A couple of weeks.

And you didn't think to tell me. Well, you didn't ask. Anyway, you're all on

same bloody side, aren't you?

Don't hurt yourself zipping that thing up.

Who's weak?

Without saying anything, Jesus, I will bloody smack him.

Be my guest.

Grisham isn't just taking a passing interest in this.

So what, do we move Sparky out of his shed?

No, Grisham's waiting to see what I do next. Why?

See if I'm hiding evidence, which I am.

Shit.

God, sorry, I keep forgetting you're a cop.

Yeah, so do I.

So what happens if Grisham finds out you're holding Sparky's confession?

Hey, you got your crack troops on the problem, so what's to worry about?

Sparky?

Fan went down the service station and got your pie.

No, I don't eat meat anymore.

There's a hell for those that eat meat.

A wall of martial amps, all turned up to ten. But the only sound that comes out

are the screams of dying animals.

Sparky, have you ever thought that the whole...

Punishment, vengeance thing might be, you know, barking up the wrong tree.

Fucking mad.

Are you doubting the will of God? No.

No, I'm just saying, what if it isn't the will of God?

But he appeared to me. Sparky, you know how the Bible comes in two halves,

right? Well, the half I like is the bit where God is all about love and

forgiveness.

God wants vengeance.

Not the God I know.

The God I know would...

look at you and see a good man.

A man who wanted to do right, to make up for his past.

And he would take you into his arms and forgive your sins.

Okay, God.

Are you saying that it wasn't God who appeared to me at all?

All I'm saying is that the God I know is all about kindness and forgiving.

Not this.

How about we just think about that for a while, eh?

Sparky, he better be bloody under there with you. Jesus.

Mum, no, he's not. He's at his house.

And you're meant to be there with him. It's okay.

It's cool, Mum.

We all sorted him out. How?

She was awesome. They talked about the Bible and shit.

They talked for ages.

So now, Sparky, he's all over.

Vengeance. Now he's into forgiveness.

Yeah, New Testament style.

Yeah, when we left, he was praying for forgiveness.

Yeah. Yeah, heaps of it.

It looked like he was settling in for quite a long session, eh? Yeah.

Look. He doesn't want to dob us in anymore, Mum.

Roosh, save the day.

Job done properly, do it yourself.

Can I?

Yeah, take an eight on.

Thank you very much.

Sparky? Sparky?

Sparky, we need a word.

It's my son, bro.

Enjoy.

Hello, Monza. Hey, hey, Sparky, you want a meat pit?

I haven't got any money.

No, that's cool.

I want your forgiveness.

Sparky, here, I forgive you for not having any money. No, no, no, not that.

No, thanks.

I'm talking about your letterbox.

Four years ago.

You're the one who burnt down my mum's letterbox.

And that's why she moved to the Coromandel. I was a lost unit. I was

hurt and distress for my own sexual pleasure.

Cool, cool. You know, it was an ugly letterbox and mum really likes it down

Coromandel.

You're forgiven, man.

Wait, you mean that?

Yeah, no, for sure.

For sure.

Thank you.

Oh, it's good.

It feels good.

With each apology, it's like I can feel God's forgiveness flooding through my

body, you know? You're apologising for everything.

Big job. Big lucky.

Mum,

I'm telling you, Sparky's cool.

He's into love now.

Sparky's cool when I say he's cool.

But he'll make us pray again.

You better pray he hasn't done anything stupid.

Maybe someone else thought of the map.

Scott Ozzie, Osborne.

No, that's Lemmy from Motorhead.

Look, if someone else did sort him out, we should get out of here before we get

involved. Is that your advice, is it?

As a lawyer?

No, that's my advice to someone that doesn't want to get arrested for

they didn't do.

Yeah, fine.

Ben!

What are you doing here? What are you doing here? We're looking after Sparky.

Oh, good job. He's not here.

Before I'm dancing, Tom.

Not today, Grandpa.

But then I'll have to dance with that nary woman who always grabs me out.

Maybe next week.

If I have to slap her, it's your fault.

I've been thinking about what you said last night.

So have I.

A lot.

Maybe we were thinking the same thing.

Probably not.

What were you thinking?

How scared I am. Of what?

It's embarrassing.

I'm a doctor, for heaven's sake. I have degrees.

I'm tongue -tied like an idiotic teenager.

I was thinking, what an honour to be your first.

And I hope I don't disappoint.

When and if that ever happens, that is, of course.

Wow.

We...

We're thinking kind of almost the same thing.

If I tell Bruce the truth, he's going to lose all respect for me.

Then he's going to dump me.

And then I'm going to lose the cutest, most loveliest guy in the whole wide

world.

So I really don't have any choice but to just keep the light going.

Yeah, that's far more honourable.

Whatever I do, I am screwed.

I'm just not in the way I want to be.

There's always a surgical option.

Hymen repair surgery.

The cherry you popped when you were 13, they just whack some fake blood up

there, sew it back together and wham bam, everyone's a winner on the night.

No way.

What the hell?

Fuck.

Export quality, top grade.

It was a huge success at the Rusty Downs.

I'm not going to get home and find that you've sold another packed van.

No way. Ben wasn't at the Rusty now. Good. He's meant to be looking after

Sparky. Sparky was at the Rusty now.

Sorry? Yeah, he asked me to forgive him for some stuff that happened years ago.

Hold on.

Sparky was at the pub?

Yeah, last time I saw him he was talking to that freaky, badass Tyson.

What?

Hello? You have to come home.

Pascal, I'm a little bit busy right now. You have to fucking come home right

now!

I even took my soft toys.

I guess we've done this for enough people in our family history.

What goes around comes around.

How the fuck does that mean to help?

A neighbour said a truck backed up the driveway.

There was a car with it, six guys. Took them a couple of hours.

They thought we were moving.

I think I kind of spoiled the party when I told them otherwise.

We should call the police.

Oh, right.

And what the fuck are you going to do? Death row.

No, seriously, who's going to give a shit about the West getting robbed?

It's going to be the biggest laugh in years down at the Henderson cop shop,

what can he do?

As much as I hate the fact, he's right.

This is a message for Wolfgang West. This is his wife, Cheryl, calling. He

like to know that because of him, his family doesn't have any furniture, food,

clothing, anything, because some gang bastards ripped the whole lot off

some bastard ripped them off.

Thanks to you, Wolf, and your genius choice of Sparky as your off -sider, our

home's begutted.

Sparky's gone and told the whole world what you and him and our sons... what

did.

When's it going to end, eh?

I mean, I don't give a shit about the furniture.

When's it going to bloody end?

Not that you care. You started it and now you're hiding out like some chicken

shit asshole.

You're not a father anymore. You're a piece of shit. Fuck you. Fuck you for

rest of your fucking life.

Hey, where are yous going?

Just how I had to go out there to... Jesus.

It's a good thing you're insured, eh?

Oh, jeez, Gerard, I thought a sensible woman like yourself... Sorry.

Look, I'll sort out what I can from the shop, beds and shit, you know, and the

good stuff too.

Thank you, Eric.

Well, who the hell would do such a thing?

On the bright side, we probably don't have to worry about Sparky anymore if he

was last seen spilling his guts at Tyson.

I'll go down to Briscoe's or somewhere, get a bunch of stuff.

Whatever you need.

Everything?

G3 West.

What's this shit I keep hearing about the house getting cleaned out? Is it

Where are you? Is it true?

Yeah, everything's gone. Is this down to Sparky running his fucking mouth off

all over town? Yep, it pretty much looks like it, yeah.

Well, why did no one stop him? It's a long story. I don't want to hear a long

story. I want to know why he wasn't dealt to.

It just never happened, okay?

Dad?

No, it's Dad's fault.

No.

I had to sort this out with Tyson.

No, you don't. Yes, I do.

He took your whole house and he won't stop there unless I talk to him.

Even if that was a good idea, which it's not, how are you going to do that?

He hates you.

And you left him for me.

Actually, I have had coffee with him a couple of times.

What? He's really a sad fan. His whole life has totally turned around since I

left him. He was holding you prisoner. No, he's changed since then. I rescued

you from that fucking hole. There's no way I'm letting you go back in there.

won't have to.

Hey.

This is not what I'd expect the new hideout of the most fair gang in New

to look like.

Yeah, I arranged it.

So what?

You took my family's entire life, man. Hey, talk to the brotherhood.

We'll either give them your shit for their new pad or get my kneecaps broken.

Call yourself a horseman, bro? You're a pussy more like.

There are no horsemen, cocksucker. Not since your old man ripped a gut out of

us.

We died that day and now the buzzards are circling and I'm going to pay him

way I can.

So is it over?

What's got to stay to me, man?

Of course it's over. Not for you, dickhead. For my family. You got

worth stealing?

No. You know where your old man is? No.

Well, then, yeah.

It's over.

Everything's over.

Yeah?

Well, let that be a lesson to you.

Can you leave us alone for a minute?

What?

Please.

Come on.

I'm going to do it.

What? The thing you talked about?

The Hyman thing?

To get my virginity back?

I want it all back.

All those guys, all those useless lads.

I want it all back.

I think having our entire house stolen, it's a sign.

If you say so.

It is.

It's like we all have to start over again. I have to start again.

With Bruce, it's my second first time.

It's been ages.

I know.

Ages. Yeah, we know.

I mean, it's not like she's suddenly going to go back to him again, you know,

now that he's turned into a big pussy.

She's got this whole save the poor, poor little her kitty cat thing going on,

right?

Tell me if she did.

Sorry, bro.

He's a complete wreck.

Oh.

His whole world fell apart after the whole...

You know. Will you marry me?

What?

Will you marry me?

Is this because of Sparky and the whole us being sinners thing?

What?

This is about me going half insane because you were in there and I was out

and I kept going crazier by the second because I kept thinking you might never

come back and I didn't know what I'd do if you didn't.

And...

I'm a fucking world.

Will you marry me?

Shit, yeah.

You know,

the last woman who almost married Ben came to his senses and ran away.

Hey, don't name someone's name out loud, idiot.

It's like attracting vampires or something.

She didn't say her name, you did.

Oh, shit.

I'm not running anywhere.

Well, at least we're sorted in case you need me to iron your shirts for you.

Oh, yeah, there was a sale.

A couple of towels didn't change the fact I'm still fucking furious with my

There's some duvets on special, we can pop back in. Yeah, that'd be great if we

had bed.

As soon as we get the truck fixed.

Where'd you get to?

Trying to break my wrist.

My God, how?

Well, let's just say at the time it hit like fuck, but sometimes a little pain

is what it takes.

This is bullshit.

The doctor fellow was pretty adamant that such an injury would seriously

compromise my work as a police officer.

You can't shoot anyone with a broken wing, can you, sir?

At least we know whose side you're on.

I'm on my side, sir.

So you're not a cop anymore?

When the paperwork comes through, along with my big fat check.

Oh, topic.

Back off.

Why?

It's impossible being a cop around you, woman.

And you can't do shit like this.

When you're a cop, where's your lighter?

You can do the honour.

What?

The source of the problem.

And now, problem gone.

Well, not exactly. I mean, Sparky did make copies, didn't he? And he's still

there somewhere, isn't he? Unless he's dead.

I don't know. Are you dead, Sparky?

What?

I found him outside skulking.

He wants your forgiveness, but he's a bit worried about your wrath.

I know it's not much, but I really do want to say sorry for...

Didn't quite think it all the way through, eh?

One man's forgiveness is another man's vengeance.

Your kitchen's on fire, by the way.

Shit.

Nice little fire, that.

If you say one more thing to anyone about this, I will fucking get so old

testament on your ass. No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm shooting through.

Out of your life.

I've got a church to build.

Sorry? Well, I had a bit of a visitation, and after some discussion,

we figured that my life went off the rails when I was 12, and I burnt down a

church, and I masturbated. Yeah, they don't need to know the full story,

Oh, right, yeah. So, I'm going down country.

To build a new church.

Out in the bush.

Making restitution like.

Become a viewer of wood.

Like Jesus.

He even provided me with the funds to do the job.

Hey, Jesus did.

No, no, no. Wolf.

Yeah. He sorted the whole bloody thing out.

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