You smoke a couple of ciggys, and are about the start a third one, when you notice a cloud formation that has blotted out the sun. You stare up at it: The clouds are a brilliant yellow from the sun behind it, and a couple of angels fly out of the clouds, blowing great golden horns. The cloud now glows red like it is on fire, and, lo! there is Jesus!
The two of you run and embrace one another. He takes your dice, packing them all carefully into the pockets of his robes. He reaches behind his back and offers you a gas can. You accept the can with a shy grin and Jesus floats back up to heaven in his burning cloud.
⤓ Christ the Hater by Mystery X.