[Reverend Blackheart sits on the edge of the bed with a bedsheet covering his dignity. Behind him, women exhaustedly cower against the headboard – their eyes darkened from violence. Their bodies aching from the saving of their souls.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “The lawd works in mysterious ways.” 

[His voice a low, disturbing grumble.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “And when-uh he speaks through me, he speaks hard, he speaks loudly, and he speaks with resoundin’ compliance. The lawd sayeth unto me: save them. Save them from their lust. Save them from their greed-uh. Save them from sin.” 

[He looks over his shoulder with a sinister smile.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “That’s there-uh difference between you and me, Nigel. These whores satisfy your needs, but it costs them their souls. Every time they service you, they disservice the lawd and by gawd, the lawd sent his righteous hand to rectify that sit-uh-ation.” 

[The girls cower.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “See, when you take these girls unto your bed, James 1:14-15 says they are dragged away by their own evil desire-uh and enticed. That desire gives birth to sin, and when that is full-grown, gives birth to death-uh. You’re sendin’ those women to hell, Nigel. Every time you drag them into sin, you lead them one step closer to the fiery pit.  And every time-uh you do that, someone gotta be there to save em. Someone’s gotta raise them from perdition. Someone gotta take them by the hand and feed them their holy staph, to save their souls from eternal damnation.” 

[Blackheart sneers as he grabs a glass of water and drinks deeply.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “I’m the personification of salvation-ah, while you’re the personification of damnation-ah.  I quench these wenches’ lust like someone in the desert has their thirst quenched by holiest of waters, and you leave them thirsty crav that salvation-ah their souls with ache for.” 

[Blackheart hands the half-full glass to one of the ladies, and they desperately share it, looking to re-hydrate.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “I fill their cups, Nigel.  I give them the salvation-ah their souls crave.  While you in your strides for excess and selfishness, give them nothin’.  In the grand scheme of life, Nigel, you leave the women you sleep with empty.  Morally bankrupt and lookin’ for their savior-ah while you look for your next conquest.” 

[The Heart of Darkness claps his hands together, causing the women behind him to jump, dropping the glass, causing it to shatter on the ground.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “But that’s the crux of all this, isn’t it, Nigel?  I fill them with power, I fill them with life, I give them the spirit-ah!  While you leave them empty, longin’, and wantin’ somethin’ more.  Because, while your last name may be Powers, it is the very thing you lack, it is the one thing you cannot impart-ah. 

[Blackheart holds his left hand up, palm facing the camera, and points at his palm with the right.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Because this is where the true powers lie, Nigel and come Turbo Violence, you’ll find I have your whole world in my hands while yours hold nothin’.”

[Cut.]