But oh no! There’s no bottle opener! Disaster seems unavoidable!
There’s the faint sound of a heavenly choir and the mysterious priest is touched by divine inspiration! He shakes the bottle champagne style and out pops the cork. I know red wine wouldn’t do this, but that’s what miracles are for. The spray from the wine drenches everyone in the Blood of Christ seconds before they are eternally damned.
Cut to the scene as the strange priest gets off the bus and is roundly applauded by the local Archbishop and his entourage. The Archbishop shakes his hand. “Thank you stranger,” he says. “God only knows what would have happened if we hadn’t finished Mass! But who are you?”
“Call me,” the stranger pauses, “Father Bastard, the wanderin’ priest.”
“Today Father Bastard all Santiago is in your debt,” replies the Archbishop, “I may have a little job for you…”
Just the sort of socially responsible thing they are so good at doing.
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