'Surely it's cheating?' 'It really isn't.' 'But our Lord encourages us to stand with the unbeliever so that they might learn our Lords love. Which is bloody hard to do when they keep moving away to chase that egg shaped thing.' 'It's a ball and I keep telling you to pick it up.' 'We don't want to, who knows where it's been. We don't want to get muddy.' 'Are you telling me that the followers of Nurgle don't like getting muddy?' 'Well yes it plays merry hell with our tentacles. Anyway who is this Nurgle? We follow our Lord not whoever this Nurgle is.' Drifta watched as Bishop Bash squirmed telling such an obvious lie. However he was happy to pretend to be fooled till a more useful time. Looking around the church for a change of subject he noticed a familiar swollen mound of flesh leaving by the front door. 'Isn't that dead yet?' 'Oh no. He just keeps turning up. He seems to be wandering off quite a bit now though.' 'Aren't you worried he might miss a match?' 'Not really. Even when he does turn up we just tell him to stand in the middle of the pitch and to not get in our way.' It was nearly time, soon he would be rid of these fools but they must know nothing of his plans.