Heeven, the dear gentle creature that she is, seemed a bit concerned about my health and also my qualifications to broach certain subjects. She said....
Quote:Dear Holey Farther,
Now that you are older than death, and your doodah is all shriveled like a wet piece of limp spaghetti, what do you know about getting laid and the goings therein? How can you remember that far back?
My dear child, I have returned from the Mount and carry with me the "Staff of Power." My body may be frail but the "Staff of Power" seems to have a mind of its own. I use it not -- the power is too great-- but sometimes look to it for guidance. ( The nuns in the area are clamoring for me to unleash the power of the staff, but I must restrain.) I seek only to help others, such as yourself.
Now, rest young lady, and be assured that all of your questions shall be answered. May the power of the staff be with you.