At least a Wal-Mart was the first thing to go.
I guess people don't understand that the flying penises is just a way of saying. "Your petty ideas of last judgement, flying angels, and a blood coated moon are such B.S. that it's actually just something as simple as flying cocks jizzing on you and eating you like mcnuggets". Kids, it's called humor, look into it.
I remember the other GR show you did with the airplane. That guy who made up his own religion where he was getting constant sex from hot, busty babes. Thanks to that, you opened my eyes, and now that's MY religion and when the reaper comes a knockin', I know where I'm going. Raise your hand if you want to join me!