Preaching to the Perverted Page #2

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But there's actual bodily harm,

gross indecency,

even blasphemy.

Tanya Bum crucifies people

on a bloody stage.

No nails went in, Henry.

Now, let me warn you.

If you don't touch some collars

at the next event, -

I'm going to initiate

private prosecutions;

...and your own proverbials

will be on the line.

It would be easier

to bring a private case.

Why don't you get someone

to go undercover?

Look, him! He's bright and eager.

And his good looks would go far -

in a skin-deep world, eh?

I don't think I can. I wouldn't

be any good at it, Mr. Harding.

- I simply can't as a Christian..

- But this is a Christian cause, lad!

It's for the good of the public.

- You coming to evensong, Mr. H?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. You come too, Pete

What is your doctorate about, Madam?

The causal link between endorphins, -

stimulation of specific receptor sites,

and euphoria..

There are a lot of endorphins in here.

Natural painkillers.

And sufficient stimuli can cause a state

of euphoria akin to an adrenaline high.

Have you thought about what I said?

It's a God-given mission.

A private conviction would be a triumph

You'd be able to address

party conference, I promise...

Couldn't you have gone by a

Holy Hardware, saved me a few bob?

We're not logging on to the Lord, Mr Harding.

We're finding smut festivals

and tracing sources.

- Would you like some chocolate, Mister Harding?

- I'd like a sick bag...

Why don't you go home ?

It'll be dawn soon.

Himmler always got sick

visiting the camps,

but he always forced

himself to go on,

because he knew he couldn't afford

to show weakness.

But we're trying to stop crime,

Mr. Harding, not cause it.

Welcome to the House of Thwax

- I said good night, Peter.

- Good night, Mr. Harding.

Yes, this hour.

Are you club organiser?

Are you NIFOC ?

(Naked In Front of Computer)

NI-FOC? Ni-FOC?

Must be an acronym.

Guess the answer by the time

I've showered,

or else, game over.

Going for a shower.

Eureka!

Smart kid!

Yes, I am.

- Tanya.

- Tanya Cheex.

Who are you?

Peter who? Peter Rabbit?

You will be permitted to

enter my presence this Saturday.

After that, members have

to prove themselves

as instructed by me.

"A Very Happy Bunny Indeed."

Arriving early, or leaving late?

Tell Mr. Harding I've penetrated them...

the sexual underground!

Hey! What the f*** do you think

No. Penetration. Ever.

Who do you think I am?

- Sorry, Mistress.

- No penis. Get it?

My clit ring can give me more pleasure

in a few seconds -

than that can give me

in a million years.

Get out! Forever!

- Testing. Testing.

- What?

I need some more money.

No, you've got to.

- Dom or sub?

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