“I’m always serious,” Ox said. Carter sighed. “You know, you take this Werewolf Jesus thing a little too far.” He twirled his hand in the air above him. “Take this bread, all of you, for it is my body. Eat of me and—” “Your little brother doesn’t seem to mind eating my bread.” Carter looked horrified, even as Joe screeched incredulously. Ox grinned. “Anything else, Carter, before we begin? I could tell you about how Joe likes to—” Carter shook his head. “Nope. In fact, I’d really rather not hear you say anything ever again.
