Cerebus sighs, wipes wine from his nose, and pulls out his dagger. "They are hurting revenue, aren't they?"

A close-up of Cerebus looking at the reader. "Priest, king, pope... it's all the same. People just want someone to tell them it's okay to be stupid." g., Cirin, Jaka)? A more surreal, philosophical angle ? A different setting (e.g., in the middle of a war)?

Cerebus returns to his throne, tosses the heavy mitre into a corner, and opens a new bottle.

A frantic priest rushes in. "Your Holiness! The Silent Brothers are outside! They say you are a false prophet because you enjoy, well, everything!"

Cerebus, wearing a ridiculously oversized mitre (hat) that keeps falling over his eyes, sits on a throne of solid gold, sipping wine.

Cerebus, the aardvark, finds himself—through a series of unfortunate, drunken, and entirely selfish decisions—appointed as the High Priest of the massive, labyrinthine temple of the Supreme Creator. He doesn't believe in the Creator. He believes in money, wine, and being left alone.

The Leader speaks: "Aardvark! Renounce the flesh! Embrace the void!"

The city is in chaos. A new religious faction, "The Silent Brothers," is preaching that the Supreme Creator actually hates everyone and that the only way to salvation is to stop eating and give all their belongings to the temple treasury.