God says you're not allowed to dismember the Pope. It's not very nice.
Also, seeing as how your insides are currently turning to liquid due to you suffering from Ebola, you might have a rather difficult time managing the sharp objects. ;D
God also says that the Pope is allowed to stab you with her pointy pitchfork of doom, too. God's so nice. =D
Well, seeing as how you called on God to get it off and I'm not God, just the Pope, I can't actually help you. Looks like you'll just have to suffer from Ebola for the rest of eternity, or at least until I can interpret God's will and see if having an Ebola cat on your head is supposed to be your punishment for being silly...or if God just wants you to give me money. That's a popular will of his.
I'm sure I have a giant hat somewhere in my inventory, I'm just too lazy to look. Nyah.
Also, your kitty says that they love you too, but they love the moose more. They also send apologies and an invitation to their dance party next Saturday. It's Ebola-themed.
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