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| Ho-ho, hey-hey! Go your way, fornication's okay. |
Topsy: Let's run for a bit; I'm too upset to walk. (They jog for a few minutes, then slow to a walk again.) This papacy is driving me bananas! I love our walks, but walking isn't enough to work off my anger any more. How can I teach my kids about the truths of the faith when THE POPE is constantly throwing a banana peel under my feet?
Tuptim: Tell me about it! You know my son is living with his girlfriend and I've been trying to get them to stop and go to confession. They both have younger siblings who are all being scandalized. I keep telling him I love them both and don't want them to go to hell. He just rolls his eyes at me and says, "Don't you want me to be happy?" As if mortal sin ever made anyone happy in the long run. (Taking a folded paper out of her pocket she hands it to Topsy.) He left this note and article on my car yesterday while I was at work. (Topsy unfolds it and reads.)
