The wind whips the dust from the streets of Detroit towards your face. Striking and cutting to your core. A man slams a soap box down with his body rising above you he a hums within your ears.

"This is my soap box, not yours! I claim this land a holy ground. YOUUUUU 

Mack points at some vagrant stealing a purse descending away from the living

What are you doing to help your fellow brethren? Your sister? What is going on in your life that has creates such original confounding of truth? Here is a place to drop your confessions in this wee box that I will soon place in front of you. I see a many of ya wishing to pray to your Gods but have yet to speak to me for a blessing. Now in your face, I am here. 

Mack tosses down a donation box along with a Sign that states 

Speak Now Or Hold Your Breaath

Puts a few coins in the donation box and looks for a jukebox.

FMP my good cleric, I must confess I just disguised myself as a Jukebox to take Ivy_Rose coins,

I'm a bad squirrel

"Eh? What's this?"

vGoddess stared at the donation box on the side of the street. She remembers seeing some guy saying something on this spot a while ago.

A sign on the box said "Speak now or hold your breath"

Not knowing what to speak about, she held her breath and left the place in a hurry before passing out from insufficient oxygen.

A drunken Johnny stumbles into the church and in the confession booth.

"Forgivethy fatah for I hasth Sinneds!"

He begins to pee inside the confession booth

"Mariah stokes! Mariah Stokes!"