Michigan Jesus

(Brent:) Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
get to buy the first round.

(Jesus:) Guiness Stout?

(Brent:) I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have
another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.

(Jesus:) Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.

(Dippy:) Can I quote that?

(Jesus:) Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was
born just a man within a plan.

(Lippy:) That's with a "J", right?

(Brent:) Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don't believe in god either.

(Jesus:) And neither do I.

(Brent:) Let's pound some shots of Quervo. I'm always
thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We'll
sing.

(Jesus, Brent, and the People:) Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.

(Dippy:) Genius, who's your agent?

(Lippy:) Is that in Hebrew?

(Brent:) I'm outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys.
You sure know how to drink my friend J.C.

(Dippy:) I love you.

(People:) Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too.
Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew.

(Lippy:) Please, don't leave.

(Jesus:) Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the
laundromat.