EXT. CLOUDS OF HEAVEN – DAY
Seated around a table playing a game of scrabble is JESUS, ST PETER, MATTHEW and LUKE. The game looks as if it has been going for quite some time. It is Jesus’ turn and he is eyeing the board, trying to find a word to add to. Eventually he finds the word ‘HIP’. Letter by letter from his row, he adds until he has made ‘HIPPOPOTAMUS’. Matthew, Luke and Peter’s faces contort slightly as they register the move.
Hippopotamus. That’s (counting)... 27 points, plus 50 for using all my letters. This calls for celebration!
JESUS
Drink up, boys. JC’s going for the high score.
What?
ST PETER
You cheated!
JESUS
Cheated? Whatever do you mean, Pete?
ST PETER
Don’t play coy with me, Christ. You’re tomfoolery has not gone unnoticed!
JESUS
You need to calm down.
Jesus waves his hand over Peter’s glass and turns the wine back into water.
I’m plenty calm. I’m calm like an ADHD sufferer who’s gone on the meds. I’m calm like a summer sea. It is you who has reason to be worried. I’m onto you. You made ‘HIPPOPOTAMUS’ from the word ‘HIP’.
JESUS
So?
ST PETER
So? SO? So you added nine letters to the word and you’re only allowed seven! You cheated! You’re the Hanse Cronje of scrabble!
JESUS
Hey! There’s no need to bring Hanse into this. And anyway, you’re wrong. I didn’t cheat.
Peter is astounded. He looks to Matthew and Luke for help but neither will back him up. He faces Jesus again, desperate.
ST PETER
But you had two extra letters!
JESUS
No. The word I added to was ‘HIPPO’. I used my legally allotted SEVEN letters to create the word ‘HIPPOPOTAMUS’. You must have seen wrong. It’s okay, this happens. I forgive you.
ST PETER
But… but… You can’t be serious, I mean… you fucking cheated!
JESUS
Peter, watch your language. Nobody swears at the J-man. Well, nobody except Dad.
In a room that looks much like the Oval Office, Jesus stands ahead of the desk with GOD (a round energy beam with arms) addressing him.
I’m sorry, son, but I just can’t tolerate the constant blasphemy that comes from your quarters at night. I know she’s your girlfriend, but she must not take your name in vain.
JESUS
But Dad, we were making love.
GOD
Regardless! She will pay for her sin.
Oh, Dad, you’re not going to make her…
GOD (interrupting)
I’m afraid so.
You will see to it that she reads the note and make sure she understands that next time, she will burn. Okay?
Okay.
Ow! A papercut! You idiot. I’m bleeding. You… you fucking moron.
Now sit down, Peter. You’re making a fool of yourself.
Peter growls maniacally before lunging at Jesus. He tackles him off his chair and starts laying in wild punches to the neck and face. Jesus squirms and grunts in pain as Matthew and Luke hurriedly get up from their positions and go to break up the fight.
ST PETER
Fuck you, you cheaterr! First you cheat death, now you cheat at scrabble. I’ll kill you!
Let me go!
What’s your problem, Pete? Chill out!
JESUS
Look. I’m sorry for provoking you.
ST PETER
So you admit that you cheated?
JESUS
Scrabble tests friendships. It probably wasn’t a good idea to play. Next time we’ll do GUESS WHO, something less controversial.
ST PETER
But…
JESUS (interrupting)
Peter. Let it go.
Okay. I’ll leave. I’d better get back to the Pearly Gates anyway. I’m not meant to leave it unattended.
HITLER, STALIN, GENGHIS KHAN and THE INSANE CLOWN POSSE are standing at the open gates, looking around.
HITLER
This is too good to be true!
STALIN
Quiet! Someone could hear us!
GENGHIS KHAN
Will you both be quiet? We should just go in. If anyone interrogates us, we’ll just say we’re actors who died during a stage-play about how evil Stalin, Hitler and Genghis were.
VIOLENT J (of the ICP)
But what about us, the Insane Clown Posse?
HITLER
Oh, shut up. Nobody cares about you.
SHAGGY 2 DOPE (of the ICP)
I don’t understand why we’re even here. We’re not dead.
GENGHIS KHAN
No, but your music career is.
STALIN
Ha-ha. You zinged him!
Anyway, we should go.
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