I can picture it now:
Break-dancer: Bless me Father for my windmill was not fresh and my Boston Crab was totally wack. Like, totally. I’m maxin’ though, so don’t bug out.
Pope: That’s chill, your Two Legged Applejacks were most dope, but your Windmills and Munchmills are indeed not fresh. Two Hail Mary Marys, one Axel F.
This makes me wonder if there’s going to be a Patron Saint of break-dancers now. St. Special K?