I'm getting the irresistible urge to take a consecrated Jesus biscuit from the local Catholic Church and torture it.
Nothing like watching the Flesh of Jesus squirm under my questioning. Problem is, you can't flagellate a Jesus biscuit but once; kinda crumbly.
So, more subtle tortures must be used: the pressing with the weight of the "God Delusion", the dipping in meat juice on Friday, the piercing with a rusty nail from my workbench, the mumbling of the Pastafarian prayers over the biscuit...Yes...yes....I must prepare my tools and don my pirate hat with eye patch.
Maybe Sunday.
Nothing like watching the Flesh of Jesus squirm under my questioning. Problem is, you can't flagellate a Jesus biscuit but once; kinda crumbly.
So, more subtle tortures must be used: the pressing with the weight of the "God Delusion", the dipping in meat juice on Friday, the piercing with a rusty nail from my workbench, the mumbling of the Pastafarian prayers over the biscuit...Yes...yes....I must prepare my tools and don my pirate hat with eye patch.
Maybe Sunday.