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*Eyes widen with horror and disbelief.*
You fools! GoatToucher is my best pupil, it doesn't matter if you take precautions, he will find a way to get you into his workroom! In fact, poor BlackLightning can't even put up a good defence, meaning that the cub is doomed and it's all your fault IHIYC!
*Points accusingly at IHIYC while I'm wearing a judge's outfit.*
May the powers that be, help you. Now, how do you plead?
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*Bangs gavel aggressively.*
Order, order in my court! And don't ask for a cheeseburger with fries!
*Turns to IHIYC.*
Do you have any evidence/witnesses to prove your innocence?
*Quickly turns to GoatToucher.*
Yes, in being a disciple of my church, I am the teacher and you the pupil. However, I succeeded all too well with you. Also you have reached the point where you can be a teacher to disciples of your own.
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While it is true that I spent some time at the Temple of Z-K, their fixation on mere mortification of the flesh began to bore me. Anyone can use hooks and pins to evoke pain and fear, but to mix those with pleasure and delight is the real challenge, and those mixed sentiments are what will truly linger with a subject. They cannot simply push the memories aside or wash them away with drink, because part of them -longs- for the return of those sensations, and that longing itself brings disquiet and shame.
That is why I left that band of simple carvers and flagellators behind: they did not appreciate the exquisite agony and repulsive delight that one can produce over and above the mere administration of pain.
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*Throws a loaded dump truck into Bleached Otyugh's mouth.*
Eat that and be happy!
*Turns to IHIYC.*
While your attorney is busy scoffing it's face, you'll have to defend yourself. Now into the 'booth'!
*Points to a door labeled 'GoatToucher's workroom'.*
Fitting that the defendant should see the fruits of GoatToucher's labour, without which, the grand reformation of my church would never have taken place. And believe me, it needed to.