comity
It’s not that I directly set out to offend the devout with “Like A Good Neighbor.” No, that’d be more “The Gods Must Be Hungry.” That one, that one involves some of the old-time sacreligion. No, this one, I think we can agree on something. Godless heathens and ancient nuns alike can recognize this truth, which here I solemnly present:
Jane Doe would make a terrifying Christian.
Flee! Flee to your Astaru or whatever! Run! Escape! Aaaugh!