“Oh, those irritating zealots annoyed us unceasingly. Kneeling down to pray in the snow, how were we supposed to play a Blood Bowl game? We kept falling over them. And then they started beating up the townsfolk. Not even the lawman was spared as he got the worst. A crippled hand! We've sent for some help.”
“"Our Lord, thank you for giving us the strength to defeat our neighbours, whose sinful lifestyle choice should not be rewarded with victory.
"We know, Lord, that the blizzard you sent down upon this match was for a reason, though it made our footing treacherous, and our crops die. But the slippery conditions didst make our opponent slip frequently, O Lord, giving us an early lead.
"Thank you, Lord, for bringing out the blazing sunshine in the second half, causing our foes to abandon any hope of a passing game. And praise be unto you for allowing Brother Isaiah to succeed in dodging, picking up the ball, and going for it to score in a single action, giving us an insurmountable lead.
"Amen."
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