The sailor takes a shot. He places the ball down, smacks it with the club, and watches as it goes flying straight into a sand trap.
The sailor mumbles to himself
“Fuck, I missed…”
The priest, hearing him, immediately snaps round and says
“Young man! Please do not use such awful language. The Lord is watching!”
The sailor apologises, and the two continue playing. The sailor takes another shot.
He places the ball down, smacks it with the club, and watches as the ball goes flying straight into a pond.
The sailor says to himself
“Fucking shit, I missed again!”
The priest turns round again, angry.
“Young man, I should to cleanse your mouth with Holy Water!
Do not speak these terrible words, or the Lord will punish you!”
The sailor apologises again. They continue playing.
The sailor takes yet another shot. He places the ball down, smacks it with the club, and watches as (unsurprisingly)
the ball goes flying hundreds of meters away and disappears down a rabbit hole.
“Shit! God fucking dammit, I missed AGAIN!”
The priest has had enough. He turns around and shouts
“ALRIGHT. THAT DOES IT.
YOU DARE USE THE LORDS NAME IN VAIN?! YOU SHALL NOW SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE HEAVENS!!!
Right on cue, the sky begins to crackle and glow. Thunder booms.
Suddenly, a huge lightning bolt shoots down from the clouds towards the golf course…
…and hits the priest, blowing him to pieces.
A giant voice from the sky booms
“AH, WHAT THE SHIT?! I FUCKING MISSED!”