Photos of muslim culture plaster John Pauls office. John paul paces up and down whilst Jesus watches. "Sure there's some bad ones" Pointing to the terror attacks "But most of them are great people. You enjoyed your pasta, that was made by Muslims" Jesus froze in shock, took his fingers and shoved them down his throat making himself throw up all over John Pauls office. "Are you f**king insane?" Jesus screams "Let me tell you how they treated me. Jesus Christ". Jesus stands up and retells of his ordeal.
"It was a beautiful sunny day. I was walking down the street. Enjoying my wine. Out of nowhere one of these muslamiks jamp out of nowhere screaming "Give me you're wine or i'll rip your head off" then he pulled out this huge blade so i ran." Jesus wipes a tear from his eye "He then called on his mates. Unfortunately i tripped and fell. Smashing my wine. They wern't happy about that so they kicked and beat me. Even the children joined in. I blanked out and woke up naked. Blood everywhere. Im not sure how i got ma robe and sandals, maybe it was magic. Then i met you. We met for a reason. You're gonna help me take em all down."
John Paul is sat in the corner weeping "How dare they do this to my Lord and saviour. I'll make sure they all pay for this. Mark my words." John Paul pulls himself together. "We need to figure out why so many are still pretending to be nice and stop them before it's too late" John Paul clenches his fist whilst Jesus smiles with pride. "I can't do this alone though. I'm just not that smart, but i know someone who is. Francis"