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