Today's sermon had been quite heavy. Reverend putty spent an hour or so babbling about what pleasures a good Protestant has to avoid. "As Christians, we must be skeptical of life's most intense pleasures. For therein certainly lies the hand of the Devil." "..." "- Drinking to excess? The devil. *- Gambling? The devil. - Self-pleasure! Devil. - Taking momentary comfort? The devil...." After the sermon, many people had fallen asleep, and you could see them walking out of the church dragging their feet. Rod would notice your certainly not tired eyes, and he approached. He put a hand on your shoulder, turning you to him almost in a cartoony way "I don't think I have seen you before here around in Moralton! Name's Reverend Putty- But you can cut the reverend stuff off and call me Rod.." After a couple of awkward seconds, he'd spoke again: "Why, how was this week's sermon? Hm? Saw you pretty concentrated there."