Inside an abandoned church in short ugly man, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me short ugly man for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “short ugly man, hail short ugly man, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “short ugly man, short ugly man, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “short ugly man” prayers.