Jesus:
When the stewardess comes past can you ask for some more peanuts?
Judas:
No. I'm allergic to them.
Jesus:
I know *that*, man. They're for me.
Judas:
Still gonna say no.
Jesus:
Aw, come on... Why not?
Judas:
Because the last two times I got you more peanuts, you spent half an hour eating them, aggressively breathing onto my face, and then checking my pulse.
Jesus:
The perfect crime.
Judas:
Right. Except for the fact that the flight manifest would be a pretty good record that you're the last person to see me alive.
Jesus:
The perfect crime.
Judas:
And the fact that the stewardess would be a great witness, because I told her that I was getting the peanuts for you, and that you were trying to kill me.
Jesus:
The perfect crime.
Judas:
And also the fact that I'm not dead.
Jesus:
The perfect... Yeah, I guess that one is kind of a flaw.
Judas:
Exactly.
Jesus:
Okay. Hey, when the stewardess comes past can you ask for some peanuts? And a gun?
