This is a picture of me in my holy garb:
You will all address me as SuperPope upon fear of being sent to Hell. Hell, of course, is the nearest Avril Lavigne concert. You will be forced to tour with her. You will sit in on her practice sessions and she will sometimes sing at you just to torture you.
That is how you will be punished if you do not refer to me as the SuperPope.
And that brings me to my next point : Avril Lavigne.
She is satan.
She tortures us with her mockery of punk music, she sings horribly, and to make it all worse, she tempts us all by looking unbelievably hot.
But do not be fooled, for Avril is not as hot as she looks. I hunted her down. I barely made it. It took a lot of effort, to make it through the horrible music, to remain sane with the sounds of hell ringing in my ears, but I was on a holy quest, and I did my duty as the SuperPope. I managed to get some pictures of her transforming from her beautiful disguise to her true form. This is not for the squeamish:
