"You'll see."

"As soon as I found an entertaining way to go about it."

"And what would that be?"

"Should've been less suspicious about it then."

The phone breaks in half.

"No photos."

"N'aw, just look at yourself.
Poor thing.
And that comes from someone not known for taking pity on others.
You look a mess."

"Do that again and I'll drown you."

"Alright, get wet or fall flat.
Off to the ocean."

Picks him up.

"Your name is Jesus.
You ARE Jesus.
Don't make me throw you onto water to prove my point."

"You are an extension of his will.
You are him made flesh.
A god born into a human body.
Literally sent down to earth to die for humanities sins so God can loophole the shit out of the bibles ideology.
You're basically like...he cut a piece out of himself -again- and gave it his personality."

"You're the daddy of all of creation on earth on account of you being an extension of your father's will, silly."

"Who said anything about an biological child of mine?"

"How can you be so sure?
Maybe it's a human child.
Maybe not."

"Bapho."

"I do actually."

"Yes."

"Wrong."

"..."

"Devilishly good looking, as per usual."