"Desperate Christian men who need to get laid?" Vincent said quizzically. He peeked at the front of the tract, and exclaimed, "Jason T. Casey! That's who writes this garbage!" He quickly made his way behind Heather, and peeked over her shoulder at the tract.
The page she was on depicted an image of Jesus talking to some children. The opposite page was some spiel about how children who looked at porn turned into homosexuals. Then at the bottom it gave some irrelevant Bible verse to back up this absurd bullshit.