Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

June:
I'm too overcome to speak about my husband's mysterious death. But Popo has asked to say a few words.

[Popo does sign language]

June:
What's that, Popo? She's saying that this time of great loss illuminates the bonds we share as a community. And for that, we must give praise to the Lord. Now she's being very eloquent, saying some very touching things. She's being moving. Still being moving.

Old Citizen Guy:
It's so moving!

Citizen Trans Guy:
This go-rilla is go-oing places!

June:
Popo is giving thanks for everyone who could make it here. Popo is offering faith in Jesus as an alleviation to the deep fears in you...

[Xavier's brain juice memory ends]

Xavier:
I vow that when I marry her, I'll give her 100 flowers every five minutes. [grunts] Vow locked in.

June:
...society don't acknowledge. It's very touching.

Father:
Oh, it's so touching.

June:
She's tugging deeply ingrained heartstrings now.

Citizen Woman #1:
Praise the Lord!

June:
Popo is urging you to dismiss the power of your rational mind. She's using the fear of death, playing in your insecurities. There's a rock-solid elegance to the arguments.

Old Citizen Guy #2:
So elegant.

June:
Popo is shattering your souls. Shattering souls. Popo is taking obvious metaphors too literally.

June:
Now she's doing sign language. She's moving her hands. She's signing in tongues. She's lifting her voices, such as it were. She's raising our spirits. Now she's touching her feces as they come out of her bottom. Now she's sniffing her finger. Oh, she overexerted herself.