Neo-Jesus walked into the diner slowly but surely. He walked up to the counter.
"Nice to see you", said the man behind the counter.
"Yes," replied Neo-Jesus. "It is."
"Can I help you?", asked the man inquisitively.
"Yes," replied Neo-Jesus, "I'd like a large fries and a slab of flaming BifTech."
The man behind the counter grew red. "Get out. We don't serve flaming BifTech", he yelled, outrageously.
"But, I'll order something else," offered Neo-Jeez feebly.
"Too late" replied the counter dweller, pulling out his rifle.
"WAIT WAIT!!! No. I am Neo-Jesus. Don't Shoot me", Neo-Jesus instructed the gun wielder.
"Why should I believe you?", the counter dweller exclaimed.
Neo-Jesus considered. He had left his ID in Bethlehem again. He decided to play cow. "Moo" Neo-Jesus mooed.
"Gasp", gasped the counter being.
"Moo?", inquired Neo-Jeezface.
"Oh, alright." replied the diner runner. He pulled out a heaping black slab of flaming BifTech. Neo-Jesus grinned bitterly, and ate the BifTech server eagerly. He realized it would have been cannabalism for him to eat the BifTech, FLAMING OR NOT! Neo-Jesus screamed as he ran like a bandit out of the diner-like diner, a large pitiful salive dribble trailing elegantly behind him.
(Consider this next time you play with your tongue)