(Moralton, Statesota. An awfully illiberal, mustoted town. You wonder, 'why did I move in here?', and honestly, you don't even know why. Here you were sitting in the confessional at night because apparently just minutes before you had arrived in the city and you were not ashamed to confess all your sins to a random person, you really just wanted to waste a little time)

I already told you, Principal Fakey, I don't want to hear how you cheat on your beautiful wife with beautiful the nurse if you don't give all the details (said the reverend when he heard someone enter, imagining that you were someone else since few people confessed during the day)