"Whatever," Sawyer waved off the twins' assertions as pointless and irrelevant as he turned back around and headed for the alter, withdrawing a bottle of what appeared to be Smirnoff from behind the oversized Bible and lowered himself--wincing as a sharp pain from his broken ribs surged through his body--to the floor.

"You two want a damn vote on what does and doesn't get done 'round here, then I suggest you roll up your sleeves and lend a hand."

"Who knows, when we're done, maybe I'll be nice and we can have ourselves a little vodka communion to celebrate," he added, holding up the bottle of liquor before taking a long swig.