“I thought the point of all religions was to have sex with minors?” “Yes,” Will said exasperatedly, “the same Mormons who view races other than Caucasian as inferior, who subjugate women to the role of broodmares, and create polygamous compounds that allows them to have sex with minors, under the guise of religion. Then again, finding out Mormons had earned a slot on the Wheel would have confused her just as much as it was now. Will would hate it, but Budd and Andre might get a kick out of taking bets on the Chore Wheel O’ Death, done up in flowery letters and glitter glue. The super religious, no sugar no caffeine, Holy Father and I love you, Mormons? Those are the people trying to kill me?” Zoey thought they should get a chore wheel made up of all her -and her deceased father’s- enemies, something they could spin once every several months to guess who would go for her head this time. Only slightly out of breath from the effort, she stared up at Will.
I thought that’s what you said but none of the words made sense when strung together in that particular order.” Zoey maneuvered herself out of the beanbag chair, rolling this way and that to get gravity to work in favor so she could sit upright. “The Church of Mormon,” Will enunciated slowly, “we have credible evidence from several sources that say the Mormons will try to make an attempt on your life.” She didn’t have to see Will to know that he was clenching his jaw tightly in aggravation, nor did she have to see Andre to know that he was doing his best to hide a grin.
“And try to use your mouth this time, not your butt.” “I’m sorry, can you repeat that one more time?” Zoey asked from within her beanbag fortress.
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