The name echoed throughout the chamber, repeating until it fell into silence. Then, from perhaps twenty meters away, he heard a faint, muffled ping. He spun towards its direction.

The spotlight flashed on again, bathing him in white. "Oh," sang the chorus, "it's you. What are you doing away from your station? Are you sure that you're pure? You're acting like a purple fleshmucker apologist."

"Yes, sir," said Aloysius. "Sorry, sir. It's just, I was wondering, what does impurity ...