>>16851378http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0BfoleWfVo"You know, I decided today's sermon should be about family, even though I myself have no family as a result of losing them all at the same time to tuberculosis at the age of five--NOW WHO WANTS TO SING WITH ME?"
"HALLELUJAH!"
Above the church session is Arachna, hopping from light fixture to light fixture at a pace so unsuspecting, anyone that hears it would assume it's just mice frolicking about.
She makes it over to the other side of the room with her pseudo-Frogger tactics, approaching a giant cross depicting the staking of the talking llama to a piece of wood or whatever, the "Holy Grail" of religion, so to speak.
Arachna cringes in disgust, and readies for the next step. She looks downward at the audience, and spots Carrie awaiting.
She nods at her.
"Now see, the thing about family is that you DON'T get a second try at it. Once you're stuck with who you're stuck with, that's it. No do-overs or anything like that, it's kind of like a slot machine or a box of chocolates. Moreso a slot machine if you're a dog, BUT JUST BECAUSE you get someone you don't like--DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE A SHIT FAMILY--no no. It just makes you closer to GOD if you get closer to THOSE people you don't like! As the lost eleventh commandment says: BE A BRO, BEFORE THE HOE. Am I right people? Come on!"
Carrie steps out of her seat in the midst of the sermon, a hand on her forehead. She manages to gain the attention of the surrounding churchgoers by groaning out of ambiguous agony. Her steps begin to falter, the witch begins to feel dizzy.
Confused, the priest looks around to confirm if he's not the only one in the dark, "Uh...Anyone know what's wrong with that girl over there?"
"I-I don't f-feel well..."
Everyone's attention flies to Carrie, and everyone gasps the moment she loses consciousness, and falls to the ground.
"OH MY GOD!"
