I'm beginning to fell like a deacon of a church that's in a town overrun by prostitution and gambling. My church has gone looking long and hard for a dynamic young minister who will preach the Lord's word and try to stop the gambling and prostitution. We've just interviewed a really promising young man. Then the cops raid the worst bordello/casino in town and they catch our young minister candidate naked, dead drunk, and with his pants' pockets stuffed with chips.