Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

[Xavier goes to a cemetery for someone's death but in a humiliating kind of way]

Xavier:
People! A man is fallen! Man down! You dark, heartless rubberneckers sit back in black, asses to asses, butts in dust, doing nothing all over the face of this place.

Old Speech Guy:
We're in mourning! Have some respect.

Xavier:
You should be grieving the death of your vigilance! He's playing possum. [literally rips out the dead man's heart] I can tell. I have some bad news. He's passed on, to a better, more euphemistic place. Well, let's throw together an impromptu funeral.

Old Woman:
You've desecrated his memory!

Xavier:
You don't know what he wants, but I can speak for the dead when I say I can CHANNEL THE DEAD! I hate to brag my britches, but I'm a rather large medium when I penetrate the gray veil. Bleed me. Once I get this dead motormouth yapping through me, he won't stop chewing my lips off till I have to knock his black off and jack our mouths off.

Old Speech Guy:
I'd throw this freak out, but I don't want to get tooth-goo on my suit.