"So, like. I told this motherfucker, I literally get people wishing for money literally every second of my damn life, why do you think you're special."

"And he has the AUDACITY, the fucking AUDACITY to tell me he has 5 sick children and his wife recently died!"

"So, yeah. I blessed him with the lottery winnings."

"What was the limbo god style drawback to it? 'w' "

"Nuthin'. I fuckin' forgot until 5 weeks later, and was like, shit! Ain't I supposed to like, I don't know, make him unable to work or do hobbies for the rest of his life?"

"And I was like, shit, if I do it now, man is going to think it wasn't even caused by me, just bad luck or somethin'."

"Anyway, he fuckin' prayed to me yesterday, you want to know what this motherfucker wants? He fuckin' wants more money to send his kids to college. What the fuck, asshole! You won the fuckin' lotto!"

"He used all the money and didn't even set aside anything for his kids? 'w' "

"Yeeeeep. So, I decided, fuck it. Fuckin' blessed his car's breaks to malfunction and go over a cliff."

"Wish granted, asshole! Your kids get to go to college off of this lawsuit money they're goin' to be drinkin' up soon."

Abeegail comes in with a startling announcement, like the herald of the Lord's word coming from a burning bush, as she leaps off her transport and waves her arms around with adventurous excitement, "We're here! Hello and Greetings, Lo'aith."

Satan peers around the church. The sleek and smooth design reminded him more of a mall than a place of worship. Still, he was impressed. It's only been hours since they said they would start construction on the church. "How have you built this all so quickly?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm lying."

"Don't spoil it!"

"Lying is hard!"

Abeegail easily recognizes the sleek black design and screen of Zookeeper.

She points at him and says, "Oh! It's here. Look, Satan, it is Zookeeper."

She didn't like Zookeeper.

"I am not up to date on technology, I do not know what a Zookeeper is."

"Don't worry, he's just here to look pretty."

"Anyway, Ram! I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Missing the ole lamb chop already?"

"I AM SATAN."

"But you call me lamb, I think I should be allowed to have a cute pet name-"

"I CALL YOU LAMB, FOR YOU HAVE NOT GIVEN ME YOUR REAL NAME."

"Fine.... Anyway, why are you back so soon?"

"THE LORD has asked that we donate part of our supplies to the hungry of Lo'aith!"

"Oh, no.... yer generous too...."

"Is that an issue?"

"Only to my heart."

"D'aw..."

"Anyway, you're in luck! The church is ready! We can set up shop right here, so the poor file in and can listen to sermons while they eat."

"Shouldn't we take the food directly to the poor?"

"W-What? No man, dude."

"We got, like-" The Sleeper motions to the whole church. "Tables and shit. Plus, how the fuck are we supposed to get our first clients?"

"People aren't just going to come to church willingly, you gotta offer them somethin'. Some food, some wine, that'll get them in."

"But we usually go directly to the people."

"You want them to eat off the fuckin' floor, man? They gotta eat in the church!"

Abeegail rummages around the supplies on their means of travel and peeks up over a bag to the two below and asks, "Are we picking him up and going to give food to the poor?"

"Lady, I already said we're stayin' here!"

"I agree with the lamb."

"If we don't give people a reason to come into the church, we'll get no visitors."

"The notails have already established a base. We need to establish a base of operations as soon as possible."

Abeegail seemed slightly disappointed, and slinked off the pile of supplies and onto the ground like an over sized slinky, before bouncing back onto her bumbly feet, "Sure! I'll give this place a try. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth."

She gives a slight bow to the Lamb, "I am sorry if I offended you."

"Don't worry, it takes a lot to offend me!"

"Usually people are getting offended by me." The Sleeper grumbles under his breath.

"Do you really believe we should only give to those who come to church, Peter?"

"Don't think of it as a permanent solution, just until we can get established."

"Then we'll be able to go back to our normal tasks."

"That does make sense. For now, we shall give out supplies here."

Abeegail attempts to rummage through the supplies piled up, though she is rather short in comparison to the thornheads, and gives a few curt hops as she reaches for the bags and goods. "Hup!"

Abeegail comments to Satan as she starts cheerfully unloading, "I'm all for being active in our community and against many things going on here for multiple different reasons, but I am happy to see how things work out."

The Sleeper eyes Abeegail but doesn't say anything.

He motions in a circle with his cigarette. "Anyway, if we're done, let's get unpacking."

As they unpack, Peter approaches the Sleeper, who has lazily barely been helping off to the side. "Thank you so much for helping us with this."

"Nice try, but I'm not interested in you."

"I'm..... not flirting with you."

"Sorry, I usually don't have people genuinely approachin' me to thank me."

"Feels kind of nice, actually. Hopefully by the end of this, I'll be gettin' a lot more."

".....Anyway, while helping donations at the church is great, I do want to tell you about the Abrahamic Corporation. We're a bio-tech company that-"

"Awwww, shut it with the upsell. I can't buy it."

"Ah. That is disappointing...."

"You're tellin' me. Satan won't let me have it."

"Well, I would like to inform you, Satan has no stock in this company."

"Yeah, that's nice to know, but he's got stocks in my heart right now."

"I.... don't think he's into you."

"Yeah, I know, but my brain is like "fuck, I don't want to upset him!" so I ain't doing anything until he either stops being cute, or he lets me buy the company!"

"Either one of those, huh...."

"I'll see what I can do."

"W-what is that....."

"Oh, it's one of Collector's annoyin' birds. They don't usually crow, 'cause you know. They're ethically lackin'."

"What are you, scared of a little chicken?"

"Of course not, it was just jarring to hear. This church echoes."

Abeegail attempts to bumble her way over to Peter and the Lamb with a bag in her hands, "Hey... Lamb? Can I call you lamb?"

"Yeah, feel free to call me Lamb. Ain't no issue."

Abeegail offers the Lamb a Honeybun that she has pulled from her bag, "Would you like a Honeybun, Lamb? I made it at home with genuine honey!"

"Well, how could I deny some honey from a lady as sweet as you?"

"Shit, sorry, I'm not flirtin' with you, that's just how I talk all the time. Hey, give me the fuckin' honey bun, I'll love it and shit."

Abeegail hands the Honeybun over to the Lamb, "Very well. Here you go. Enjoy it. A friend of Satan is a friend of mine."

Abeegail then looks a little confused to herself, as if questioning things he said, because she didn't initially interpret the comment as flirting because she has been told her blood was rather sweet in the past, and she was also actually quite sweet? But, saying it wasn't is making her think it was, but she'll trust the Lamb's word on this.

Besides, she had no romantic interest in a smoker...

The Sleeper feels a chill wind, as if a notail pope was attempting to curse him.

The Sleeper takes a bite out of the honeybun. "Hey, this is amazing stuff!"

"Hey.... have you ever thought about having a religious bake sale?