Jesus steps onto the stage.
“I’ve got a message for all y’all.”
Jesus draws his gun. It’s got ‘Jesus loves you’ written on it in sparkling silver letters.
“I want you to love your neighbor or—”
Jesus whirls, takes aim.
“I SHOOT THIS PUPPY.”
The puppy’s eyes are very wide and sad. Its ears are floppy. It has a long history of being used by deity figures as a message for someone else.
“Look, ” says Jesus. “You know that guy? You know, who got his skin caught in the printing press and ripped off to form a special edition of the Enquirer? And that other guy? You know, the one who died of AIDS? Well, a lot of people thought that was divine vengeance against them. But it’s not.”
Jesus squeezes the trigger. BANG! He spins around to point at another puppy.
“Look, mofos, it was a message for you. It’s the universe telling you, wise up, love your neighbor, do good works in the world, because you don’t know how long anyone else’ll be around.”
Jesus shoots another puppy. I guess you weren’t paying enough attention.
Do a better job, or the fluffy German shepherd gets it.