Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
It pleases me to inform you that the grevious misappropriation of ours, (meaning yours and mine), His (the Royal 'His'), and Theirs has gone awry. All austentatious expectations once in the forefront have moved aftwards.
All certainty and indignant dogma falls by the weighside, heavier than usual, gravity approximately 1.2 Gs. (Don't ask about the G-Spot... not even I could light your way.)
Any confusion you have on this matter should be taken up with the Department of Justice, Subdepartment of Curiously Queer Anachronisms, Desk of the Reverend Dr. Jackass.
May peace be with you and may your cellular decay be slower than the rest.