The venue was managed by corporate sponsors and rented cheap to establish benevolent, charitable appearances. Backers in the backroom looked on through hidden cameras, waiting to see what happened. That’s when the reverend gave a sermon featuring the virtues of kindness. The congregation looked bored and skeptical until the leader of the choir stood up to threaten the heretics in her highly admired voice. Singing out violence in stylish flourishes, she promised to use stray skulls for punch bowls. Despite the Nazi reference, the preacher nodded her positive response and smiled down at them all with approval. They could hear the benefactors applaud, claps resounding through the wall. The members seemed pleased, then, and the rat in the corner looked relieved, glad of his mere visitor status.