Hey, Your Holiness. Whatcha doing? “Da usual. Prayin’. Wearin’ da fancy clothes. Pope stuff.” But no mask. “No, no. No mask for-a da Pope.” You’re like the opposite of Batman. “Si, si. Take-a da vow of poverty. Drive-a da Fiat. And-a no punching clowns.” You don’t have any nemeses at all. “Eh, dunno ’bout dat. … Continue reading Coronus Vobiscum