You could swear that statue is looking at you. That it actually turned its head your way when you went into the corner to stamp the floor and check the acoustics here. When you crane your head over to this offensive metal man it has one arm raised and a odd gesture that makes your insides churn. You run out of the church vomiting. Thick greasy vomit that clogs your throat nearly choking you to death. You are too week to stand up you just keep puking till you pass out. You wake up in the hospital seven hours later.