*Komid Wetham has been asked to come to the chancery of the Harlotte Diocese. Per usual, he has gone up to the third floor to meet with Father Gober.*
Komid: Fr. Gober, so wonderful to see you again
Gober: Komid, please come right on in. You have a very important final meeting
Komid: With whom, may I ask
*Fr. Gober does not answer, but leads the young man to a gold door*
Gober: This is it Wetham.
*The arbitrary language of the big G leaves questions, but Komid opens the door anyway. Gober disappears as Komid enters the dark room*
Komid: Hello? Is anyone in here?
*Suddenly a single dim light turns on. The face of a bishop is illuminated at the end of a very long table*
Bishop: Please sit down
*Wetham does as instructed*
Komid: What am I in here for?
Bishop: I just wanted a word with you. You are about to become the face of the diocese.
Komid: I'm sorry, I don't understand?
Bishop: It's all very simple Mr. Wetham. We need some sort of proof that our Catholic Schools are developing some vocations to the priesthood. That's why we've chosen you. That's the only reason we have chosen you. Our financial benefactors have told us they won't support us unless we have a Catholic School student in our seminary!
Wetham: But what about Britt! He's in seminary.
Bishop: But he didn't just graduate.
Wetham: But what does this mean? Am I still going to be a priest?
Bishop: Oh Wetham! You are never going to be a priest! I have personally assured this. You are the last person we want to be a priest. Don't worry, you'll get an "education," but a priest! HA HA HA, no.
Wetham: Okay.
The end.