Today a middle aged Jehova's witness asked me if I'm interested in joining her ranks in pursuit of true happiness. At first I wanted to tell her that I am a follower of the Invisible Pink Unicorn, but something clicked in my head and I said that I'm a disciple of Sonichu instead. Instead of dismissing it and moving on, the poor woman muttered a confused "a disciple of... who?" which was all I needed to go on a gushing speech about our electric savior: how a new messiah was born from the collision of Sonic the Hedgehog and Pikachu (I doubt she knew what either of those things were) as well as his neverending battle with the trolls and his quest to find his creator a worthy vessel to spread his Divine Seeds in, resulting in the birth of little Crytal, The Child Who Will Inherit All.
She had this weird expression on her face of not knowing whether I'm bullshitting her and she should be outraged or whether I'm dead serious and she should be terrified of encountering a delusional psycho. Still, I was very polite all the way, if maybe a tead overly zealous of this rare occasion of being able to talk about the One True Perfect Life Form. In the end, she gave me a pamphlet and I gave her a picture of Sonichu fighting the Man In The Picke Suit I've drawn a few days ago. It was all sorts of glorious.