Jesus:
Man, why did we have to watch Jurassic Park? That shit is *scary*.
Judas:
Sorry, I didn't realize it'd give you the frightners that bad.
Jesus:
It's okay. At least I can comfort myself with the fact that dinosaurs don't exist.
Judas:
Right...
Jesus:
Do you want to say something?
Judas:
I just... I want to make sure that you know that dinosaurs *did* exist, right? They're just not around *anymore*.
Jesus:
Ha, that's rich! Alright mister smarty-pants, where did they go?
Judas:
Well... they died. They're all fossils now.
Jesus:
Fossils... fossils... oh, you mean all those fake bones I made with plaster of paris when I was bored a few years ago?
Judas:
This is a joke, right? You're not actually admitting that the presence of dinosaur bones all over the world is just an elaborate prank on your part?
Jesus:
Would you say I'm *a* gifted sculptor, or *the most* gifted sculptor? And what's this nonsense about a 'prank'? Those bones are a test, man.
Judas:
Is this the point at which I ask if I've passed the test?
Jesus:
I don't think we need to ask that question, do we Judas?
Judas:
No. No, of course not. Although in my defense -- the test was heavily weighted against me and every other rational-thinking person in the world.
