A crowd, and nothing less, might say I've been reduced. And so, Kurtis, what could I say to them? It's not so plain and simple, as they might eventually see, and my lust does compel me to characterize her breasts... but in doing so I might be too remiss.
I shall still stare, of course. Though, as one just pointed out, this is certainly not helping. Yet how hard it is to look away- even with as many eyes cast down on me- surely I cannot!
I will digress in tongue, nevertheless (this is always a good start).
Much success can be had by encouraging pure theism where Christianity is apparent. What others, amongst you cretins, have also found this to be the case? Sorry, I apologize... one needn't raise a fist...
Of course, the elders can virtually never be dealt with as so (too much to lose by that point), and will often treat those you're turning as becoming nothing less heretical than an atheist. But she's not an atheists; she's being a theists! How would you react? How have I reacted? Because I certainly have... and they've sent one out to get me.
Attention! I can unquestionably doubt, having considered all means available to one so lowly as I, that my soul- if not already having abandoned me- will indeed not transpire into whatever realm honors my late relatives; momentarily after the blade, which I already know to be set aside, makes its inevitably plunge into my sweaty, restrained neck.
However, I'd sooner believe in the Invisible Pink Unicorn and whatever Her might might encourage Her into doing if I refuse to believe.
Anyhow... I'm just kidding! That's for sure! I had a plan for this one they've sent to get me, and although that plan was hopeless, it's at least clamped his pointing finger back down into his wrinkled, waving fist!
5 days and he's still yet to point at me again, see?