Once we get all the hiearchy established in this cult, then we're moving everyone to Jonestown. We've already got Horn Dog doing weekly scouting runs down there, hauling all the mixing pots and kool-aid.
I've been resisting mostly because I'm all about doing the opposite of everyone else, but all is lost, I am officially a homer. I'm officially requesting a bunk at the big-house. I can field dress with the best of them, reload a accurate round, turn a hunk of steel into a hunk of steel, and I have the good looks and witty charm to go with it.