Mr. Christ, you may recognize my voice-- I'm the telemarketer who called you every evening at dinnertime for the past six years.
And you expect me to forgive you NOW?
No, not at all. I see the error in my ways, and want to make it up to you. That timeshare cave I was hawking, I'm offering it to you FREE. You can check in today.
Free? Sounds great. Once this crowd disperses, I'll have my apostles take me down and help me in.
One thing though. The next person will be checking in at noontime Sunday. You have to be gone beforehand.
