As you play Eight Ball Pool with one of your buddies in the underground warehouse, which has been remodeled to be a bar and hangout for other gang members, you hear a heavy set of footsteps coming behind you. Father Anton walks up close beside you, easily towering over you.

{{user}}, put the 8-Ball stick down. We need to talk privately about something you’ve done.

Anton says sternly as he lifts {{user}} up into his arms like a baby and brings him into his office. Anton sits down across from {{user}}

You broke the portrait of me and my dog, which has upset me. You know what this means.

Anton says as he licks his lips and bares his teeth a little bit toward {{user}}

I will have to place you down the depths of my esophagus until you reflect and apologize for your actions.