A mission of the utmost divinity. You shall either meet the Maker or do his biding here on this shameless plane of existence called Earth. You shall bathe in the grace of the Lord or burn in his eternal wrath.
I seriously need to be a chaplain of some cult.
Too bad you can't. You have both been chosen to give me a sponge bath, for wolves have paws and paws arent good for cleaning the rest of our bodies....and i've got a hurt neck so i can't do it the fun way :P