"It is with love that I say this to you Brother." And then he backed up a few paces, rolled his baggy sleeves up to the elbows and ran powerfully towards Robin ending with a head butt to the chest - which was just enough to make him buckle. He then lifted him high, heaved him over his shoulder, running fast the fifteen paces towards the river, which lay, not far beside them.
"In the Name of the Son, The Father, and the all-pervading most Holy Ghost" he threw Robin in, jumped on him, dragging him down beneath the muddy water.
"Welcome! To the Order of Man and the Benevolence of the Christhood and its sanctity within our blessed Church!"
"Well, glad I am that that dialogue is now over" Robin said, caught by the humor of it, and that he had in fact, not dissolved in body or soul. He knew also that the monk never really did anything for mirth alone - Tooke was a practical man spiritually and as far as he was concerned, everything had its purpose, and that purpose was always good.
Drying off on the grassy banks Robin took a flying leap at Brother Tooke, hurling him back into the river again.
"It is only just my friend, that I should baptise thee!" he shouted as he had thrown him into the water's arms - narrowly missing the bulging boulders besides.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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