Godly Reader

You bow politely and say, "From the top–er, 'bottom'–of my heart, I humbly apologize for my reckless behavior. I shan't ever forgive myself for such delinquent action." The people all mumble their "I forgive you"s and walk away. You sigh and sleep in the sand. While you sleep, the people roll you into the ocean, hooting some mean things.