A note left near the severed hog’s head reads:
Dear Cultists,
I hope you enjoy this gift. If I so much as see you again near myself, my property, or my Phaedra, I’ll make sure your heads adorn this altar. Let’s see your Great Builder reattach them then.
I am,
Sincerely,
G. S. Berithos, MD
Father Moonwall looks grimly upon the altar, the abattoir reek was strong in his nostrils. He turned on his heel and frowned at the young brother, newly arrived in the city only yesterday, his eyes wide with shock and disgust.
“Fetch Father Pizzaro and the rest of the brothers and sisters. This cannot be tolerated.”
The young brother was more than willing to leave Moonwall’s gaze behind.
oooh! ohh! i know where we can get some apples, and some wood and an old oil drum… barbeque roast pigs head is wonderful, with apple sauce an some sweet potatos… wow… that Dr bloke must REALLY like you, what a wonderful gift!
(sometimes a different perspective is educational….)
((Heads will roll!))
((More like “Heads will just sit there looking disgusting and clashing with the decor.”))
Oh I don’t know that it clashes all that much, from what I have heard…
*feels Rudy’s hand on his shoulder and turns away from his chalkboard to see the students hurrying out towards the cathedral, then buttons up his cassock to follow*
bacon bombs, why do I have a sudden craving for bacon bombs?
Grendel doesn’t know it’s not bacon…
Oh roast beast! Yum yum *gets the wine ready