Lance, I know how proud you are of our mind-control technology, and that we've only just begun to tap into the potential of the new gadgets delivered with "corana virus" "vaccines". But this seems a bit, let's say, playful - to say the least.
So, we have one of our controllees installed as a bishop in a rural area of Catalunya, Spain. As any good IRU-controlled bishop would, he rails against homosexuals, is a vocal denier of women's rights, condemns abortions, is a staunch defender of papist clericalism, and not only condones but practices exorcism - and you should know best how much tweaking it took us to make people do that.
Then, after the boss has volunteered to take the night shift a few weeks ago, His Reverence declares he is "madly in love" with a writer of satanic soft porn literature and resigns not only from his episcopal dignity but from his priesthood altogether. In order to marry a divorced mother of two who writes prose like "He looks at my lips. I look at his lips. We look each other's lips" (I have it on good authority that it sounds just as crappy in Spanish. And Catalan). His replacemeent as a bishop is promptly installed by our people in the Vatican, and his name is - watcha gonna do? - Bishop Casanova!
Lance, I know it's fun to twiddle at the controls a bit when you're alone and it's the graveyard shift. We've all done it one point or another (Brexit referendum, anyone?). And the flourish with the replacement bishop just shows you really got the hang of it. But in the best case, this weakens our position in Catalunya (I don't even know if the new guy got his "vaccinations"), and in the worst case, we're going to be exposed. So, a bit of restraint, OK? Illumillama might not like this at all.