That’s a good idea. I should, at my cult I’m making, do a communion thing where we pour Hawaiian Punch, say a prayer where it’s transfigured into the blood of The Kool-Aid Man, and drink it in honor and remembrance of Him. Maybe we should also eat crackers and say they’re His flesh for reasons. And cheese, because He is a gassy god. Why do you think He breaks down walls? So we aren’t overwhelmed by His farts. He’s so thoughtful.
What do you think the red stuff is? His blood? No!
That’s a good idea. I should, at my cult I’m making, do a communion thing where we pour Hawaiian Punch, say a prayer where it’s transfigured into the blood of The Kool-Aid Man, and drink it in honor and remembrance of Him. Maybe we should also eat crackers and say they’re His flesh for reasons. And cheese, because He is a gassy god. Why do you think He breaks down walls? So we aren’t overwhelmed by His farts. He’s so thoughtful.
Gender fluid
I thought it was a menstrual pitcher…
It’s his rage.