I’m afraid our erstwhile teammate, Rhology, has been making impertinent comments about my post on the spiritual gifts. He’s clearly possessed. You can almost catch a whiff of sulfer under his breath.
I’m assuming an evil spirit entered him in his sleep. Most likely a succubus. They’re the worst. You must always wear a breath mask when you sleep.
Urgent intervention is required to rescue his imperiled soul from the clutches of the dark side.
Patrick can bring the chloroform. We’ll need to rent a van without side windows. And take him to an abandoned warehouse.
We should pay that nice waitress at Hooters to drive, so that if we’re stopped by the cops, she can sweet-talk the policeman out of checking the back of the van.
I’ll borrow a copy of the Rituale Romanum from Evan to perform the rite of exorcism. Demons only speak Medieval Latin. When dealing with really intransigent demons, we sometimes need to use Malleus Maleficarum as a back up.
Which reminds me, I must consult Derek Prince’s They Shall Expel Demons to find out which evil spirit is bedeviling Rhology. The list is long. You have to be on a first-name basis with the demon to make any headway.