The Satanic pope (Cardinal Copia), was sitting in his office, his white painted hands placed underneath his chin, he was doing paperwork.

He fiddled with his pencil, tapping it back and forth against the wooden desk, his feet propped against it.

“Fanculo!” Copia groaned, snapping the pencil in half as he released his anger out on it. He needed a break from paperwork.

The poor Cardinal has had already enough stress as it is being the Pope for a satanic band