Christ + Missy = Chrissy.
She’s outside the building right now,
behind it.
Chrissy has a couple powers,
being made from Christ and Missy.
Chrissy . . . Chrissy . . . Chrissy.
She’s smoking a cigarette.
Don’t tell Missy.
Christ will be mad.
Christ doesn’t get mad.
Verily I say unto you,
Chrissy comes from the crossing of
Christ and Missy.
Was that Christ or Missy speaking?
That was Christ again,
popping up out of Chrissy,
the telepathic hologram thingy.
Chrissy just put
her cigarette out in the flowers.
Chrissy!
She walked back inside the portable building.
Chrissy . . . Chrissy . . . Chrissy.
Is Chrissy the one who named her dog Steven?
Steven better get back over here.
He’s gone across the property line.
The neighbor’s calling.
Chrissy, you left Steven outside again.
He’s gone across the property line.
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