That’s a good idea. I should, at my cult I’m making, do a communion thing where we pour Hawaiian Punch, say a prayer where it’s transfigured into the blood of The Kool-Aid Man, and drink it in honor and remembrance of Him. Maybe we should also eat crackers and say they’re His flesh for reasons. And cheese, because He is a gassy god. Why do you think He breaks down walls? So we aren’t overwhelmed by His farts. He’s so thoughtful.