This is an improvisation MrBob00 and I had while on Zebra Man's server
(setting: the local community neighborhood. event: two people of undisclosed identity are having an argument)
Person 1: you don't know that for sure.
Person 2: I do know, I know all. I am God.
Person 1: Who am I then?
God: Lol, you're Jesus.
Jesus: Darnit father, you really do know. Now can we go outside and can you teach me to catch with that baseball glove you bought me.
God: That’s no glove son. That’s what we like to call a “love glove”…
Jesus: How’s it different from baseball glove
God: It’s very different son. I’ll tell you about it when you’re older, or you’ll learn about it in school.
Jesus: Can’t you tell me now pa?
God: No son, that’s what school and prostitutes are for; telling you about these things.
Jesus: What are prostitutes pa?
God: You pay people money to… never mind.
Jesus: Can you take me to one so I can ask it?
God: Ermmm…. Ask your mother son.
Jesus: Is she a prostitute?
God: well, that’s how we met, but no.
Jesus: But how would she know then? Is she school?
God: That’s how we met, but no, she is not.
Jesus: So if she’s not a prostitute and neither is she school, then how would she be able to explain what a lover’s glove is for?
God: it’s a love glove, not a lover’s glove.
Jesus: Gee wiz pa I’m confused.
God: parents are for that too.
Jesus: That? Do you mean she can give me a love glove? Can she also teach me how to use it pa?
God: Sure, now BE OFF! Father’s very busy ignoring peoples’ prayers!
Jesus: Mom! Dad says you can show me how to use a love glove.
Mom: A what?
Jesus: A love glove.
Mom: Oh…Err… That’s what school and prostitutes are for.
Jesus: That’s what he said. He also said that those two things factored into how you two met.
Mom: Err…THATWASALONGTIMEAGONOWBEOFFIAMVERYBUSYBEINGINSIGNIFIGANT
Jesus: Ah okay, but mom; before I go?
Mom: What?
Jesus: Can you, can you make me a sandvich?
Mom: *Mutters under breath* (little loveist…) sure dear.
Jesus: Dad says that that was all that you were good for, that and hiding the booze in obvious places which dad always pretends not to discover so that he can be sure it will be there the next time.
Mom: *Gets a shotgun, runs into the room where God is sitting* I’M GOING TO CRUCIFY YOU!!! *Headshots God*.
Jesus: Mom, what about my sandwich?
Mom: *Nails Jesus to a cross* bye-bye <obscene swearing> *headshots Jesus before shotgun mouth-washing herself*.
Jesus: Aw mom, now I have to wait three days before I can go back to school, you know how embarrassing fatal wounds are. Mainly because everyone gawks at you or assumes you’re making the whole thing up so you have to wait several day, preferably long than two because otherwise nobody realizes you’ve died, and so when you return everybody is like, “It’s a miracle!” and they write stories about your life and <endless babbling>.
Mom, I still haven’t gotten my sandwich!
Mom: *Tries to kill Jesus but is stopped by God*.
God: Don’t honey!
Mom: I’ll do whatever I want, besides, he’s an annoying <more obscene swearing>.
God: True honey, but he’s the only one we have.
Jesus: *is carried away by his followers*
Mom: NO, SO CLOSE!!!
The end…
Dad: What did you think of the story junior?
Junior: I still want to know what a love glove is for.
Dad: Well…
The end.
MrBob00 played the parts of God (person 2), Mom, and Dad.
I played the parts of Jesus and Junior.