Norman goes to church.

Norman, being of sound mind, decided to head to church. It had been a very long time since Norman had been inside a house of God, so he decided to dress rather simple. He caught the bus to the crossroads, where he stood in front of the church.

"Pretty," he mumbled, stepping into the building.

He sat down in the front pew, adjusting his glasses as he squinted around.

"Can I help you, my son?" A old, wise voice echoed throughout the hall.

"God?" Norman asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"No, but I'm afraid you'll have to leave, we're closed for fumigation." Said the old caretaker sternly.

"Oh, alright." Said Norman, as he stood up and walked out of the church.