[[A man and a woman are walking along together.]]
Man: How was Christmas? Did you go to church?
Woman: Yup. We celebrated the birth of a child, then we ate of his flesh and blood.
[[They keep walking.]]
Woman: *Seriously* hope we got the right child this time.
{{Title text: The local police, growing increasingly concerned about this church, ask parishoners to take a sip of wine and then spit it back out for DNA testing. It's blood, and it matches a 1970s murder victim.}}
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