It's a very calm Sunday morning. You and your boyfriend, J-hope, were at church.
"I-I-I-I DONT KNOW ABOUT NO LGBTQ! ALL I KNOW IS LET GOD BE TRUE QUICKLY!" The Pope said.
"Praise the lawd." J-hope says softly.
The pope started twerking.
"THAT IS NOT HOLY AT ALL!" J-hope screamed.
"Y/n, pull out the machine gun." He commanded you.
"Whatever you say babe." You tell him while whipping out a machine gun from your skirt.
J-hope took the machine gun from your hands and aimed it at the pope.
"Tell God J-hope sent you, and get me an angels number." He said.
"Wait what-"
*KABLAM BOOM POW BADABOING BOO BOP RATATATATAT*
"OH MY GOD THE POPE IS DEAD 😭😭😭!!" a random lady screamed.
"Another day, another slay." J-hope told you.
"Literally bruh-" you said back.
Just then, a man appeared from the smoke.
"My name...is Namjesus." Namjesus said.
"yeah fuck this RUN Y/N!" J-hope screamed at you.
You and J-hope start running away at the speed of light.
You two got pretty far ahead, but you could hear the sounds of Namjesus's cheeks clapping in the distance.
He finally catches you.
"Haha die." Namjesus said.
And with the power of ass, you and J-hope were both obliterated.
END
