"Well, when you put it that way. Jeez, Anwei, am I not allowed to fantasize about having stuff I hate go burn in a fire?" He gets defensive. He hadn't been serious. Mostly.

"It's not actually Jesus. It just mindfucks you into thinking it's your god and you have to serve it. Then it makes bug armies that eat all the kids." And as ridiculous as that idea is, it's not one Howard wants to dwell on. He helped clean up the massacre afterwards. Hundreds of dismembered bodies. Limbs dragged hundreds of yards from their owners. Blood on the ceilings. He feels a bit faint.