Talk:Rail against the church/@comment-86.177.52.224-20170107003355

Title: "Proverbs 16:18? Proverbs, my gusset!"

Main text: You're already drunk when you arrive, late of course, and you finish the bottle as you give the sermon. Your clothes dishevelled, your hair unruly, your face bruised, you rail against the church's pomposity, irrelevance, and hypocrisy. Those of the congregation who can't decipher your slurred screed are still scandalised by what you're wearing, until you step out from behind the pulpit and they see what you  aren't wearing. The Vicar is – this one wondrous day – shocked into silence.

You also lose all Connected: the Church, are no longer Closest To anyone and lose a bottle of Strangling Willow Absinthe. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to