"You need a priest, man. You get to wear dresses with priests. It's fucking awesome."
There are a few things that I immediately discerned from this statement, prior to making Mr. V repeat it - just for documentation purposes, of course, to ensure that I heard him correctly the first time. Clearly I was a little taken aback by the statement, as Mr. V has not ever been one to condone his own cross-dressing. Not that there's anything wrong with it for anyone else. Not that he wouldn't look pretty nice in some of my dresses. This is not the point.
The point was, for once in a very long time, I was truly, amusingly, startled by something said in my own home. (If these walls could talk, they'd sound insane; we're used to this office being full of weird)
This is what I concluded immediately:
Firstly, that Rasputin was secretly an undead priest. Of this variety:
Then, finally, and probably via the most ridiculous mental word-association game ever documented, I decided that an undead priest would be the Horde choice for this man, were it available to him at the time:
I don't know what else to say, except that perpetually rainy Sunday afternoons are highly unproductive and mentally erratic.
Also, Mr. Collins should have plenty of reading material for now.