The Dark Priest: Enter the confessional, my young pupil, where you will bear your soul to me in a privacy so complete, our secrets shall be verboten to God Himself.
Action: Wortle and The Dark Priest enter the confessional.
Wortle: Um, shouldn't you be on the other side of the lattice?
Action: Craisin's head pops up where a priest would normally sit, on the other side of the confessional.
Craisin: Father, may I watch this time?
Action: Wortle gapes speechlessly at his unsavory predicament.