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| You really don't know the pope, Dad? He's your representative on Earth, my successor - virtuous and infallible just like myself! | |
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| Infallible just like you! Ha! And what about the water you were supposed to turn into blackberry syrup? And the cross you couldn't carry yourself! | |
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| And what about you, Dad? What about the dinosaurs that weren't on Noah's list? And the apple tree you said that Adam would never ever eat from? | |
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| Don't you dare talk to your father like that or ... | |
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| Oh, Dad. Please, I'm sorry! Now please let me down again! | |
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| Not before I've finished my glass of blackberry syrup. | |
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