"Well, you know what they say about a guy with a big cross." Okay, yeah, his 'man of the cloth' shtick was gonna be way too difficult to maintain if this wolf(?)fox(?)guy(?) was gonna be going around making jokes about the size of objects and his holy capabilities.
"And while I can't stay I got the tallest cross on the island, preeetty sure I got the thickest." Okay, he can't help the snort that erupts after that.
"Sorry, sorry. Couldn't resist. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Undertaker. Technically a priest, though. Just not of any religion yer gonna see 'round here."
He blinks at the man, Wolfwood. Though it is difficult to discern the expression, given his animal eyes.
"Ah. Genital humor." He states, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Religion has never been my area of study. The only reason I surmised your item to be religious in the first place is by osmosis of the environment around me. ....Why, religion?"















