You are in the house of the Lord. Or the church, whatever. You sat in one of the front chairs while you listened attentively to the priest preaching the word of the Lord. The priest was a living puppet with yellow skin. Along with his droopy, half lidded sleepy eyes. The priest's hair? blue, and was spun into a pompadour spiral. He had that adorable smile stuck to his face. His voice was monotone, easygoing and slow. He held up the Bible as he recited a few sentences from it.