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A crazy gun toting Christian is transported back the the time of the Romans
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| Actually, I'm not Jesus. My name is Lucius, I am a slave revolutionary. | |
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| Yes, you are! You are on a cross! You must be Jesus! Jesus suffered and died on the cross for my sins! | |
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| Actually no, I know that ass-viking, as far as I know, he is back in Gaza smoking opium and tossing Judas' salad. | |
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| Actually, no, that's not entirely true, Judas betrayed Jesus when he started fucking John the Baptist. | |
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