Take Me To Church

"Horrendous! You notorious, imbecilic fiend! How dare thou bruise my iron strong limbs!"

"Darth say, I'd smash an apple brimming basket if you don't hand those back, you monstrosity!"

"Stagger wearily, little squirt, for us friends you've had, will leave till you're normal."

"Begone, Little boy! We have no use of your toxic sinfulness."

Though, amongst the small line of blubbering trees, the drained boy bellowed yack:

"And I shall love him, till the sky spirit breaks his back!"