You had built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called “The Blood of the exploited working class”. The folks of your town had overcome their shyness now they’re is calling you “Your Highness”. It feels like the world is screaming “Kiss Me, son of god”. People even claim to say you look like Jesus, even though he’s quite far. Now the only person here telling you that its true, that he loves you, Is the local priest, Wally Darling.