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Unaware that a Dawn of the Dead style scenario has been commecning throughout the world, Jesus befriends a passing zombie.
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| Alas, my son. No need to weep. I shall go to a better place and absolve you from your friends. | |
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| Bastard! You've been on that bloody cross for what now? 2000 years? You haven't rotted a bit! I woke up with my arm off, my brains exposed and i haven't half come out in a nasty rash. | |
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| But my son, I am the son of god. | |
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| Son of God, My arse! And look, I just washed these clothes, now they need ironing again. I'll never get this blood out.. | |
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