I just wanted to say, for me, it’s just you. Till the end of the world.

I love my horse. I love my wife. And I love my little girl. And as for Jesus… he can join us all in hell.

The more active targets we can offer the preacher, the more likely we are to overwhelm him with our faceless wave of humanity. Again, to clarify, I don’t say “faceless” in a pejorative meaning so much as a practical sense, as it will be night and your faces will be indistinct and immaterial.

Now, I don’t want you to feel like you’re human shields, but let’s not mince words. You are human, and you’re gonna be acting as shields of a sort.

He’s a bloody preacher, for Christ’s sake. He’s a preacher, all right? You know, his job is to… is to, uh… To tell you the truth, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what his job is, but I know it’s not walking around, just casting judgement.