One Five One Seven... that's when it first went down. Then the real test was when it started spreading around. Sixty days to recant what I said? Father, please! You've had, what? Goin' on fifteen centuries? "Oh snap, he's messin' with the holy communion." But I ain't never dissed your precious hypostatic union! "One place at one time." Well, thank you Zwingli. Yeah, way to disregard that whole "I'm God" thingy! Getting' all up in my rosary... you little punk. Your momma shoulda told you not to mess with no monk.