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JESUS CHRIST is sanding a piece of wood.
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Elijah:
Hey, Jesus. What's up?
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Jesus:
Elijah! My man.
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They FISTBUMP.
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Elijah:
Not much, you know. Hey, whatcha workin' on?
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Jesus:
Chair.
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Elijah:
Another one? What is this, like number six?
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Jesus:
Eight.
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Elijah:
Eight.
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Jesus attaches the wood to complete a RICKETY-LOOKING CHAIR. He gestures invitingly to it.
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Elijah:
Oh, no. No thanks, Jesus. You made it; you should go fir-
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Jesus:
Come on. This one's good. I know it.
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Elijah, resigned to what he must do, hikes up his robe slightly and sits gently in the chair. A beat. The chair collapses, sending PARTS and SPLINTERS everywhere.
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Jesus:
Goddamn it.
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Elijah picks himself up and brushes of dust.
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Elijah:
It's okay, man. Next one'll be great.
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Jesus:
No, I'm done. That's it. I think I'm gonna try something else.
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Elijah:
Like what?
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Jesus:
Maybe go door-to-door with my Message.
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Elijah:
What, like a Jehovah's Witness?
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Jesus:
A what?
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Elijah:
Nevermind.
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Jesus:
Yeah, you know, just spread the word. 'Love thy neighbor' kind of thing.
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Elijah:
Whatever you say. Where are you gonna start?
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Jesus:
Maybe Judea. Head up there Monday, just after my birthday.
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Elijah:
Well, be sure to get an early start. They're saying Christmas traffic's gonna be a bitch this year.
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EXEUT OMNES.
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FIN.