Look at him, showing off in his fancy new tuxedo. It's not a funeral, Styx.
But he knows that. He's just buttering up the old ladies so they'll send him donations. His current parishioners are locked in weekly tithes, so he's branching out to fresh territory. His ultimate goal? Laptops, a never ending tidal wave of gaming laptops,
Styx preaches endlessly about "morality" and "scriptural guidance", but beneath that tailored garb, slicked back hair, and glittery facade lies a a man with perverseness is in his heart, walking with crookedness of speech, winking with his eye, making signs with his foot, making indications with his fingers.
He is fabricating something bad all the time. Laptop donation scams.