“These imps, little or big?” the priest asks.

“Big!” the altar boy says. “And spitting fireballs!”

Father Walsh opens the church tabernacle, retrieving a shotgun with a crucifix between the ends of its four barrels. “This requires the relic of… The Slayer.”

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