I wretch my hands and take a deep breath...

"Father, I have something to confess..."

I feel sweaty and cold at the same time, my hands slick. Surely this is actual torture.

"Yes, my child" softly spoken from behind the thin wall, laced with carvings throughout.

"I'm uncomfortable" I murmur.

"Surely that isn't what you've come here to tell me" He chuckled.

Dastardly man. What do you confess even? What's a sin so mild I can bring it up but not be condemned? The human is gay, but that's a big sin to the humans, no? That'll make me look bad. I can tell the silence is growing too long, so I quickly blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:

"I KICKED THE CAT! Uh, well, no. I tripped. I tripped on the cat!" Oh God damn it...

"Was this an accident?"

"Well I didn't see him. He blends in with the dark. I was going upstairs and it's so dark." Do I even own a cat? I haven't even had the body that long. The first few weeks in these things are hazy.

"Have you apologized to the cat? Have you asked for forgiveness in prayer? I doubt he blames you for an honest mistake, they're as smart as the devil."

I sense he's about to go full scripture on me. Undoubtedly there is a verse about cats in their silly book. I can't have him preaching to me all day. I'm getting hungry and these things are always hungry. If you don't eat they make awful noises. I've decided I need to make a hasty exit before he begins.

"I haven't. I haven't apologized to the cat. I'll head straight home and do that now!" I exclaim as I grab my miserable satchel of racket.

"Of course, my chi--" I cut him off as I bolted out of the booth.

"Okay. Home. We're going home. Which way is home? Human, you've got to tell me where I'm going, I need to feed you." To the left, idiot. "Oh, aren't you a peach today." I want bacon. "Are you even allowed to have that?" That's jews, you ass. "God, never leave this shell, you're a wealth of information. Where do you want to go for bacon?"

"WENDY'S" I hear rattle like an explosion within me.

Okay, we'll go to wendy's...

I honestly kind of like her, you know. She's feisty but doesn't hate me being around. She hungers like a beast from the pits, though. Her taste in food is pretty good, but I am entirely certain what we ate will be the death of us. I may just stay a bit longer. Just for a little while...