[He's taken one out for himself and is already going to light it with a small white lighter. There's a soft sizzle as it starts on up, then the sound of sucking break as he puts it between his lips like a goddamn pro.]

Church, sister. The finest nip in bluewash a clown can get his mother fuckin grasp-digits upon. Smooth as the paint of the Capricious Minstrels themselves.

[Only then does he glance over at how she's dissected.] Aw, sister Katherine, you have gotten about it incorrectly entire. I had unrighteously presumed thee familiar. Allow this brother to assist.