 By Vaughan Savidge
- God:
- Peter.
- St. Peter:
- Yes, Oh most holy and exalted one.
- God:
- First names Peter, first names.
- St. Peter:
- All right ... er ... (tentatively) ... God.
- God:
- I fancy testing mankind again ... you know ... moneychangers in the temple sort of
scenario ... see how they're coming along. We've left them to their own devices for quite
a while now. Find a suitable place we could thrust a thermometer up the backside of
humanity - so to speak.
- St. Peter:
- Interestingly enough, er ... your ... er, God ... I recently sent a messenger to Hong
Kong.
- God:
- Well, that's certainly the backside of humanity.
- St. Peter:
- And I got him to do something so outrageous they couldn't understand what was happening.
- God:
- Good. Good.
- St. Peter:
- I got him to give away money near a temple of Mammon. He was mobbed by a crowd trying to
get at the loot. So the police locked him up.
- God:
- But what happened to the crowd who had caused all the trouble?
- St. Peter:
- Them! Oh nothing. They were allowed to continue looking for money elsewhere.
- God:
- (With resignation in his/her voice) I see. All right. I suppose we'd better leave them
be for another couple of thousand years.
- St. Peter:
- Perhaps by then they'll have finished their new airport - or maybe not.
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