Neo-Jesus was REALLY bored. He'd been bored before, but this was it. This was the most boring day of his life. Neo-Jesus walked into a movie theatre. "I'm here for action," he screamed gallantly to the peasantry. Neo-Jesus grinned, mightily.
A large but docile peasant came up to Neo-Jesus and proposed that Neo-Jesus shut up.
Neo-Jesus became pensant. "Hmm", he mused aloud, "Nay."
The peasant took out a very large yet sharp knife. Neo-Jesus perspired like a vacationing plant.
"Er, I am Neo-Jesus", he said in his defense.
"As much as I admire your taste in velvet", the docile peasant replied, "I have obligations to the Khhhaaaall."
"Who are the Khhhaaaall?", Neo-Jesus inquired inquiringly.
"My people", the large YET docile peasant casually informed the Neo-Jeezish One.
"I see", murmured Neo-Jesus hostilely.
Then, the peasant died, and the story ended in sudden anticlimax.
(boring but true...)