Jesus met Satan in the desert
He had been roaming in the wilderness for some time
Dirt caked His face, sweat smeared His brow
Hunger gnawed at His innards.
Satan showed up with a sandwich
“Give me what I want and I’ll feed you,” said Satan.
Jesus took His six-shooter and shot the sandwich from his hand.
“I’m not much for deli meat either,” said Satan as he brushed off the sandwich and placed it back in his robe.
Satan pointed to a Ferrari about a mile away.
“I’d be happy to take you wherever you wanted to go,” said Satan.
Jesus shot the tires out. Satan scowled.
“I knew I should have paid for renter’s insurance on that thing,” said Satan.
Satan help us his platinum Visa card.
“You know you don’t have to be here. This whole vagrant thing doesn’t suit the Son of God at all. I’d be happy to give you the whole royal treatment. The whole world at your feet,” said Satan.
Jesus unloaded another two shots into the card, one to knock it from the devil’s hand and the other to blow it to smithereens.
“I like who I AM, it’s you I’m not too fond of,” said Jesus.
He fired three more shots and the devil’s feet.
The devil hurried away, passed the car and the card, out into the desert and the wind.