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Judas:
Jesus, did you use my credit card to buy a copy of "The Anarchist Cookbook"?
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Jesus:
Does anyone ever really "do" anything?
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Judas:
And did you also attempt to have Exxon-Mobil deliver a shipment of gasoline drums to my apartment?
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Jesus:
Maybe.
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Judas:
So, can I assume it was also you who stole my checkbook and used it to purchase toiletries while writing "for bombs" in the memo field?
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Jesus:
Eh.
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Judas:
What the hell are you doing, man, trying to get me sent to Guantanamo Bay?
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Jesus:
Oh, great, now you've gone and ruined your birthday surprise.
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Judas:
This is an awful thing to do to someone. What do you have to say for yourself?
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Jesus:
...
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Judas:
Well?
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Jesus:
Shh. I'm trying to work out how to include the phrase "walking on water-boarding" in my answer.
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Judas:
Get out.
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Jesus:
This is *my* house.
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Judas:
No it isn't.
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Jesus:
Psych!
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Judas:
That's not what that means.
