There’s still a part of me that believes this comic may be the worst thing I’ve ever made, and poor Marie shares my conflict on the matter. On the one hand, there’s something sketchy about thinking your pastor is a total badass due to nothing more than his cultural accent; on the other hand, the prospect of him throwing fireballs during communion is so awesome that, no matter how slim the odds, it consumes one’s imagination. My wife and I have decided that if God sent this man to make going to service on Sundays more enjoyable, then we should not be ones to argue. At some point he’s going to shout out a wicked Tat-su-maki Senpuu-kyaku!! and I want to be there to see it.