Bomb the Predators.

Yup, they’re still here, the deviant predators. Luckily there is a reverend to bomb their wits out.

Thank God for Nicholas Flamel’s cross.

I find being a gay predator quite easy actually. Why? Because I’m a vegan predator, as most of us are. I don’t hunt; and I don’t need an old book to tell me how to live. Especially not when that book focuses on what is old fashionedly wrong and evil, and not the goodness in people’s hearts.

I have common sense and have the ability to think for myself.

No book can tell me the truth. My heart can.