Greg just can't get enough of the ladies. I think he's just excited because he's going to get to see up that girl's skirt.

Yes, only the pure of heart, the strong of faith and the torpedoed of breast will be allowed entrance to Heaven. And once again we have a bunch of people flying around, surrounded by sparkles and stars and fairy dust, looking for all the world like they're having an orgasm after sucking down a bucket of E.

Except this dude, who has resolved to boogie his way to paradise.

But one does have to wonder if this wasn't all an attempt at some subconscious manipulation. As I said, this was the '70s, and what better way to sell a bunch of stoner kids on the Good News than to make it out to be the ultimate trip, and flooded with hot tail to boot. Of course, if that be the case, than the only way to really seal the deal would be with..

Yes, shitty folk music! I hope whatever public official that had to take their forms to register their business as "J.C. Love Publishing" glanced over the name, then instinctively picked up the stapler off his desk and started hitting them with it.

The little scenario playing out in the background looks less like a scene from the Rapture and more like a dude with superpowers who's just kind of a dick.