[Hey Mayfield. Have some mad giggling. This week? Has just been an utter blast on the Major's end. It takes him a moment before he can compose himself and begin to speak.]
My friends, it has certainly been a trying time this week, has it not? And now, with so many of our fellow citizens deceased [God, he tries so hard to not let his smile slip through into his voice]...well. Desperation can be easy to fall in to.
I suggest, then, that we take a moment to resolve ourselves! Perhaps, in fact, through a bit of prayer.
[And for a moment, the Major is silent, before falling into mock reverence.]
Our Father
Who stagnates in Heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thy kingdom's gone
Thy will run dry
Impotent on Earth as in Heaven
And you've given us not our daily bread this day
but trespassed against us
and so we shall trespass against you
for you've given us naught but temptation
and driven us to evil
forever and ever
AMEN.