Four panel comic. A priest is looking pious. “octopi could hug four people simultaneously, because God blessed them with the ability.” The priest looks judgemental as he grips the pulpit. “However, they don’t even hug one person because they have made a covenant with the devil. Any questions?” A colonial dude raises his hand, looking worried. “Where’s our regular pastor?” The priest’s hair is now blowing in a strong wind, his pupils white as he cries black tears. “In a better place now. Sit down immediately.”
A two panel comic. The priest is murmuring something indistinct, trembling as he kneels with his clasped hands raised over his head. His tears drip into a puddle on the floor and his face is obscured, a crucifix dangling from his grip. Next panel, a creepy looking creature is leaning around him excitedly. The priest is now resting his hands on the floor instead, face still obscured. The creature asks him “I hope you like horny ballet dance routines in the alley because I have a night planned for us and like 80 other people.”
