I love when they come to my door...
The last time they came I invited them in for coffee, and asked them to tell me all about their god.
I sat them down on the couch, and like a gracious host brought them coffee in a mug covered in pictures of rabbits ******** each other, in every position in the karma sutra. I proceeded to open up with the following statement. "So, tell me about this Lord fellow. What's he into?" After this every word out of my mouth was a sexual innuendo. About five minutes into it the fine gentleman noticed what was on the cup, realized what I was doing and had the most amazingly appalled look on his face. He said he thought he should leave, so I showed him the door and said. "Well, no means no. I'm not going to force you, you're free to leave at any time."
For some reason I never saw them again...