‘A Whole Lot of Shakin’
A cardinal strode down an marble hallway leading to a cavernous, ornate chamber, his crimson cape snapped in time with his stride. In the center of the chamber, on a gilded throne sat a copious mound of human flesh scowling at a couple on unicycles juggling fish between them. The cardinal entered the room and stood next to the throne.
“Your Holiness,” said the cardinal, tipping his head.
The rotund mass, His Holiness, Benedict the XIII, waved his hand at the entertainers.
“Kill the male, do what you want with the female,” Benedict gurgled.