The fucking white church with the annoying billboard sign in front with its stupid puns changed out every Sunday. That annoying church with its crowd of middle class folks trying to look richer then they are. Drive the best car to church. Wear your best outfits, show everyone how much money you have. You don't mind stepping on that establishment of lies and pride one bit. You even make a show of it. You walk in wearing a tattered brown trench coat while the collection plate is passed around. You take the plate and casually empty it into a bag you brought along. "what the hell do you think your doing?", The minister asks you. People are standing up and gaping outraged at you. "I am collecting over due debts for my employer, Jett Sesto. You don't like it, you can fuck the fuck off!". Women gasp at this verbal outrage. Something cold and hard presses into your back. You freeze. You see several other church goers pulling out handguns and actioning them back with lethal sounding clicks. They take your bag, and on frisk you down. They take you .38 snug nosed revolver your father used to kill his first man with. They take your wallet and those nice Italian shoes you bought last week. "Jesus thanks you for your kind donations!", The minster grins at you. You walk out of the place humiliated as the church rings with laughter.