It had been a while since MormonJesus had been in the Salt Lake City Temple, but He truly enjoyed walking to and fro, and up and down in it.

MormonJesus reminisced about the good times He and Brigham Young used to have in its upper rooms, drinking wine and swapping stories about their wives up until late in the night.

As MormonJesus approached the Holy-of-Holies, accompanied by His attending cherubs, He beheld a group of sleeping figures behind some furniture.

MormonJesus said, “Sleep on now, and take your rest. Behold, I am betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going. Behold, they that betrayeth Me are at hand.”

At the sound of MormonJesus’ voice, the Exmo Mission Team startled to their feet.

As they struggled to gain their bearings, the room was filled with the stabbing light of a multitude of electric torches and the flickering shadows of a Church Security team bearing submachine guns and batons.

At once the Temple began to shake violently.

Pieces of the floor began to fall away, walls and ceilings moved and shifted.

Hidden struts emerged to support the Holy-of-Holies as it was raised upward through the collapsing roof and into the glowing sky.

MormonJesus moved quickly toward the Holy-of-Holies and leapt upon the lower steps of the rising chamber and cried, “You come out, as against a thief, with submachine guns and batons?”

“Brigham Young never treated Me like this. But this is your hour, and the power of Darkeness!

MormonJesus pointed at the Exmo Mission Team and said, “Follow Me!”

But the Exmo Mission Team was busy moving quickly in the opposite direction through the mob of Church Security toward the nearest exit.

The Holy-of-Holies containing MormonJesus continued to push into the glowing sky while the crumbling Temple collapsed and folded in to create an elaborate tower framed against the otherwise unremarkable Salt Lake City skyline.

The Exmo Mission Team was dashing across Temple Square toward their pickup point when they froze in their tracks.

Hurtling toward the Apostates was the enormous black bulk of an automobile traveling at high speed in reverse across sidewalks, jumping curbs and flattening shrubbery.

Then, just before running the Apostates down the rear tires locked up sending clouds of white smoke billowing into the glowing night sky.

The front of the vehicle snapped around trapping the Exmo Mission Team in the glare of piercing headlights.

The rear door popped open and SLCabbie’s voice was heard to say, “You guys call for a cab?”


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