The Warm Wet Patch of Shame

Mummy? Where is Mummy? Mummy would come! Mummy would make it all better!

Mummy doesn't come. Mummy's not here. Mummy's not here because of That Thing You Did.

A few bypassers stop and point at you, laughing cruelly and throwing rocks at you. One or two you think you recognise: old school friends, old school teachers, siblings, demons of the Id.

One in particular catches your eye: a man you knew from Bible class called (you believe) Ezekiel. He wasn't someone in your Bible class, of course: he was someone whose Book you read in Bible class. You recognised hime because it was noted in Bible class that Ezekiel was fond of stoning, and he was aiming some rather hefty boulders at you now, encouraging the rest of the gathering crowd to do the same.

Ow. That one just put a dent in your head the size of a baseball - won't be doin' any fancy thinkin' any time soon. Haw haw.

Oof. 'Nuther big 'un on the noggin! No probs - can (dunt) take 'em allhey howcomesomany (bof) 'veesfokes ispriestsn angelsn saintzn (crunch).

1. other Biblical characters queue up to stone the bloody pulp that used to be you. All because of That Thing You Did
2. Of course they aren't really Biblical characters, but then your senses have been pretty badly messed up
3. Amazingly you don't survive

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