Oh, religious guys…
Father Igor’s face betrays a quiet fury. Benjamin tries to remain cool, as he struggles to avoid provoking Father Igor’s ire.
He got hungry and barely avoided going to jail. Again.
Igor’s expression turns cold as he stands from his chair. He clenches one of his fists and takes a long drag from his cigar.
Is he still consorting with that despicable hockey playing sodomite?
Heavens no. He has finally a girlfriend.
She’s something of a pallid tomboy from what I hear.
Igor laughs maniacally as his raised his arms to the air. With his cigar still in hand.
HA HA HA! Praise the Lord!