I walked down the narrow hallway. It was dark. The colour of grey bricks was all I could make out. But, I knew. That soon, I would be face to face again with my holy lord of above. Sagan. My lovely Sagan. The way he looked at the sky through his telescope. The way he wrote down equations in his pink note book. Yes. He is my holy lord and saviour. I finally reached the wooden door. I opened it sexily.
I was now face to face with my true lord. Sagan. To most, he looked like a creepy old man. But to me? He was more. The way he opened his eyes after blinking. The way he inhaled oxygen and breathed it out. No one else could do that. He was holy. As in he had a big butthole. I opened the Holy Sible. I read the first chant to him.
"I don't want nothing less you got red turtle necks Hun"
He smiled and rose from his throne. His eyebrows sparkled and his eyes looked Like the colour of a holy shit.
