[dogscoff]

Time passes quickly for baby dogscoff. So quickly, in fact, that by the time mac has returned from the inner sanctum for his mid-morning evacuation, dogscoff is fully grown again.

Having spent the first 10 years of his new life learning the nuances of applied dogma and advanced warfare from the sisters, dogscoff left the convent to learn more. Crewing his way across the galaxy aboard a number of pirate and smuggler vessels, he learned many useful things about the workings of the universe, and often had the opportunity to put to use the techniques learned from the nuns.

Having made a small fortune in his teens from a notorious privateering career, he settled down for a few years, taking university courses in history, philosophy, theology, psychology and pornography. These were the final stages in his education, equipping him with the Last key skills necessary to fulfil his destiny and lead his cult into unimagined new realms of power, violence and sexual debauchery.

Dogscoff, now grown up, strides back into the cantina. He isn't wearing the nappy this time but is still dressed in flowing ceremonial robes. His eyes betray the two lifetimes of experience that reside in his young body, and a number of heavily armed (male) and well-oiled (female) cult followers watch him fervently, worshipping him and all desperately hoping for an opportunity to please their leader in one way or another.

So, who wants to join my cult? I can promise lots and lots of sex, violence, intoxicants and bad language.