Halesey and Larry try to explain themselves. Halesey starts off with a clever barrage of lies.
"Well ma'am, you see, it all started this morning when Derek here and me - Roger Egwein at your service, mother superior - were rummaging around this pawn shop for old literature and vintage clothing to sell in our retro fashion start up boutique, and we found... well, we found these two bags full of... mature literature. If you see what I mean. I was somewhat shocked that a Lady of God should display such an interest in it, but then it is kind of bewitching, slightly odd, really. It has caused Derek to drool publicly several times already."
Though Larry has to have a moment to himself to realize what Halesey is talking about exactly, he concurs nevertheless.
"Yeah, this sh..tuff is pretty wack. We're not sure what to do with it, but I take it H..e has a plan."
The Prioress doesn't seem very happy about this explanation.
"Mature literature... mature literature!" she says with dramatic incredulity, turning to Sister Greer. "Sister Greer, your continued antics are cause for me to not only doubt your judgment, but your very sanity. With all due respect, what is wrong with you?"
"Prioress, it's not about the content! Well, it is, in a way, but not about the 'mature' part of it. There's something about this 'mature literature', as the two gentlemen put it. It's a little unquantifiable, but it has an air of mystery about it. It touches the mind in strange ways is what I'm trying to say here."
"How 'mature literature'... ugh... 'touches your mind' is not something I would like to find out more about, sister."
"Really, Prioress, just take a look. You'll see."
The Prioress sighs.
"Fine. Show me."