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Mohammed strolled down the boardwalk. As He walked He stared at his sandals (which all good prophets wear, in this case to avoid splinters such as Jesus endured) in order to avoid viewing the scantily clad infidel harlots littering the beach and boardwalk. The sensuous smell of beach fries filled His nostrils, but He resisted the temptation.
Mohammed heard crowd sounds coming from the beach, and had to look.
“Of course, I should have known. Moses is parting the sea again in order to impress some young virgin. Can He not wait for Paradise?” Mohammed said unto Himself.
Mohammed walked on, and before long He encountered another crowd surrounding Jesus, who spoke unto them while standing atop a sand dune, delivering a sermon from the mound.
“Hey Jesus! Your mom was a virgin!” heckled Mohammed.
“Forgive Him, Father. He knows not what he speaks”, Jesus intoned.
“You’re not the son of God, you son of a bitch!” Mohammed shouted back. “Your words have been twisted by infidels!”
“I am what I am,” replied Jesus.
“Jesus, that guy sounds like some kind of Khartoum, I mean cartoon”, Mohammed thought unto Himself.
Mohammed walked on, eventually coming across yet one more crowd, this time upon the boardwalk itself. A caricature artist was displaying most amusing images of famous infidel persons, and producing a funny version of the unknown sinner perched before him.
“Cat Stevens!” Mohammed shouted. “Draw Me! Disburse, infidels! I shall be drawn, yet not quartered.”
And yea, the infidels did indeed disburse in a most discordant manner.
And when the caricature was complete, the Cat of Stevens stood as so to display his work…
…And was struck down by lightning and thunder. A smoking hole in the boardwalk’s wood was the only evidence of the cartoonist’s existence.
“By Allah!” proclaimed Mohammed, “I must write this Shiite down.”
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins