Fuck fuck fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck.I shall have to go to confession this Sunday, I expect.Fuck.
And what is so bad about that... ? I demand to know.
Faugh. To sit there in a tiny box that reeks of fear, while an elderly priest disapproves of you? No one's idea of fun, that.
What have you done, that would be disapproved so bad?
Well, the repeated cursing, for one. The rest -- well, that is my secret.
I demand to know. I DEMAND TO KNOW!
....Trust me, you don't want to.I've horrified you enough.
I know I want to. If I'm horrified again, that's MY problem, not yours!
I'll tell you later, then.