Joyce and Walky!

Mary.  Mary Mary Mary.

The answer to that question is you were witnessing to him.  Duh-doy.  I mean, come on.  You don’t gotta go all manic-desperate-entering-the-panel-horizontally.  You were so cunning earlier, keep it together.

(It occurs to me, while writing this, that Mary was actually loosely inspired by a Christian girl I knew.  We were Bible study peers in high school, but allegedly in college she was using the downstairs-tackle-tango as an icebreaker for leading dudes to Jesus.  Apparently it was pretty effective on this one guy, to the point that after a while he decided he should abstain from sexual Sin, much to her frustration.)