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The Och Cult
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Pastor Jack for the first time ever. 'What be you looking
for?' I asked, panic in my heart. 'I search for
fornicators, drunkards, whore-masters and other sinners,'
said the Pastor. His voice was strong and masterful, yet
I sensed serenity and tranquility in his voice. I was at
once terrified and yet calm. 'Fornicators, drunkards,
whore-masters and other sinners?' I replied.
'You've come to
the right place, right place, come to the right place,'
screeched Basil, and I cursed his honesty.
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The pastor looked at me, and I
looked at him. Basil looked at me looking at the Pastor,
and then he looked at the Pastor looking at me.
'You are a sinner,' the Pastor said in a quietly strong
voice. He pointed at me, and a glow of light appeared
around his head. 'Sinner, me? I be not a sinner sir, no I
be not.'
'Oh yes ye be,' interjected Basil and I cursed his vocal
ability. 'Well, I've had my moments,' I admitted, trying
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'You have offended me, and you
are a sinner. You must pay for your sins, of else you
will suffer for all eternity. The ways of the flesh and
the bottle are evil. You must hand over your sins and
repent,' declared the Pastor.
'But, it be impossible for me to do that,'
I offered by way of explanation for my state.
'It's impossible for you to continue in
your filthy sinful ways,' he said. 'You will come with
me.'
'Give us a kiss, give us a kiss,' screamed
Basil, and I cursed his inopportune contribution to the
conversation.
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