"If that's your way of asking if I'm already bored, then, yes." Sal rolled his eyes, though even that was a chore to do. But she didn't really seem to care as she sat herself down on the pews, reciting yet another passage from that damned Bible. He sighed, but it sounded raspy.
"Dear diary..." He murmured, bored, at the same time she was reading from the book. "A crazy bitch from Heaven kidnapped and tied me to a table in a church. She shot me and beat the shit out of me with my own gun, but now she's reading the Bible to me. Oh, diary, I don't know what to do! All this God talk makes a guy so uncomfortable, I - OW!"
It was then he realized she'd stopped speaking and had thrown another glass shard at him with her mind, piercing his side right above his hip. It went deeper than the ones before it.
"Fuck, woman, that's what I gave you the knife for!" He moaned dramatically.