The Fades

John:
Do you know what my favorite story from the Bible is, Sarah?

Sarah:
I don't really give a sh*t.

John:
Genesis 19. Lot at the gates of Sodom sees some angels approaching. And he thinks to himself, now, I can't let the Sodomites, my filthy neighbors, hurt these angels. These angels need protecting.

Sarah:
What are you talking about?

John:
So he moved the angels into his inn. But before long, the Sodomites surround the inn and they demand to be allowed to sodomize an Angel. Now let's be honest, Sarah, who wouldn't want to Sodomize an angel if given the chance? Lot knew that it wouldn't be too long before his inn was pulled apart, brick by brick, "let us f*** them! Let us f*** them!" So he came up with a plan. And he went outside, and he took his virginal teenage daughters with him and he said to the Sodomites, he said, "I can't let you sodomize these angels, no, no. But why don't you all do your best on these daughters of mine instead?"

Sarah:
I don't like this story.

John:
Well, it gets better. And the next day the angels let Lot, his wife, and his teenage daughters out of the gates of Sodom, and they burnt the city to the ground. And they told the family not to look, however Lot's wife turned 'round. Maybe she wanted to see her daughters' rapists burn to death. And so the angels turned her into a pillar of salt for disobeying them. And this all meant, of course, that Lot and his teenage daughters were left to repopulate the entire continent on their own. See, every nation has its bloody beginning. And now it's time for a new nation, our nation. And I won't even have to f*** my own daughters to make it happen.

Sarah:
You murdered me.

John:
No, I freed you. Every revolutionary has blood on his hands. Face it Sarah, you're one of us now.