My dear Wormwood: Never fear the faithfulness of converted Charlotteans, as we shall twist their eager little minds with a mere stage adaptation of C.S. Lewis' demonic showcase, The Screwtape Letters. Presented by Fellowship for the Performing Arts - whose mission statement is "to produce theatre from a Christian worldview that engages a diverse audience" - we'll lure them in, only to divert their attention away from our diabolical casting - and the enemy - with an extremely logical point of view.
Delette Nycum was my great-grandmother.
Goddamn this town is a drag.
His voice just creeps me out. That is all.