[My, my. Rella doesn't look particularly put off, but in any case, she does seem to decide not to continue to aggravate him, and as the clock is at around twenty seconds, starts to speak again.]

I've felt for as long as I can remember that God is a joke. I believe in Him as much as I believe in anything else, but seeing others in worship disgusts me. There's nothing good, kind, or righteous, about a being that holds the power to mold a world and its people. I have no qualms using His name as the curse that it is.

[They keep their second nail.]