"It's just a fuckin' building!" Sawyer shouted. "See that--" he pointed at one of the pews. "--it's just a fuckin' bench. And that--" This time he gestured at the stained glass. "--is just a fuckin' window. And those--" He pointed at the walls. "--are just big-ass fuckin' bricks. And if those big-ass fuckin' bricks are that separates me from gettin' eaten by whatever else is on this fuckin' boat, well, I'm gonna use 'em. Because if it comes down to whether I stay alive or you have a fancy ass place to pray, well, pal you lose."