Ozzy (looking tense, smoking): Jesus, I really tried but they wouldn't listen to my warnings. *passes joint to Jesus*
Jesus: They never do, Ozzy. But we just have to keep reaching out. *takes a puff and hands back*
Ozzy: They went to war anyway, I warned them and warned them, and they were still horrible to each other. *shaking and clinging to the joint a while, trying to calm himself*
Jesus: I went on the cross and they still fight among each other.
Ozzy: Jesus... What kind of weed is this?
Jesus: It's just a metaphor, Ozzy. You're already dead.
Ozzy: Oh thank god for that...
*Ozzy hits the joint again and as he relaxes he lets it go, finally... it falls from the sky and lights a fire that burns every border on the map in a raging inferno*
*warpigs plays as the scene fades*