The fundamentalist pastor of a rural Baptist church proclaims himself to be free from sin, only to have every slutty whore assed adultery walk into his congregation at the same time and demand that he pay them before he is allowed to go back to his house.

One of the hookers proceeds to tear a page out of a Bible and use it to roll a nice fat joint, until a shrill old lady in an elaborate dress grabs onto her belly button ring and pulls hard enough to liberate it from her navel in a bloody eruption.

“Aaaaargh! Fucking Holy Rollers: just because your orthodoxy puts a cross up your ass doesnt mean you have to ruin everyone else’s time.”

“You, Madam, are the holy roller,” she cries, tossing the bit of jewelry to the ground with a clatter, “Your concerns lie on with the Devil’s weed and the Devil’s seed.”

“If the Devil is the man who’s filled your impressionable mind and emptied your pockets into his collection plate for as long as this God damned church has been open, then yes: his seed was not adequately paid for the last seven times he blasted it into me.”