I was sitting in the cafeteria and then I spotted them. I could tell who they were from the moment I laid my eyes on them. They wore really boring clothes, and walked from table to table, being rejected in succession. They were... The Bible Pushers. Having had sullied my white coat with tomato juice that morning, I was definitely a target. Such a sight would've even made the Virgin Mary cry out to the heavens. I know I did.
Anyways, they come up to me with this stupid smile on their faces and a Bible at hand. And they go "Would you like to talk with us about Jesis?!"
"Sorry, I don't know who that is. The girl at the next table might." I put on my headphones and started blasting Ludacris and go back to my work.
Turned out the girl next to me did know who this Jesis character was and they had an apparently exciting conversation about him because their voices were louder than Ludacris at full blast! I was a little jealous, but I don't like to talk about other people behind their backs so thought I'd just stick to that moral code for the rest of the day. I'm sure this Jesis guy would appreciate back-biters telling him what's on their mind to his face.
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