All right, folks, let's get this straight: Jesus hates you. He hates me, he hates you, and he probably hates your dead grandmother too. He wanted me to tell you. Don't talk to him; he doesn't give a fuck if you've got a job interview tomorrow or if your cat has elbow cancer. I'm pretty sure the Messiah just wants to be left alone.

Goddammit, Jesus hates everything.

I like being able to say whatever the hell I want. Power is fun.

(This message paid for by Mr. Christ.)