In the confession box.
Father: Hello my child.
Spite: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Father: Tell me your sins, spite.
Spite: Well, father, I fell asleep in the confession box while I'll was waiting for you. It's now all sticky. I think I may have had improper dreams about Ronda Rousey.
Father: Do not worry, my son. Mayhem Miller was in the box before you. He spunked his load all over the place, fantasising about actually beating Bisping... the stupid fool.
Spite: Ah that explains a lot.
Father: Yeah the stupid mother ****er is going straight to hell.
Spite & Father: ROFMAO.