Ben: Yeah, that's what I need right now. First Contact cause the aliens got a message explaining that I was fucking up my life and they got curious. Lovely. I should just never have signed up this blog to be beamed into space--I knew it was a bad idea from the get go--
Imaginary Jesus: I know as well.
Imaginary Jesus: Imaginary Jesus.
Ben: Fuck me. This is just healthy, isn't it? I'm having conversations with a Jesus I can't even pretend is real. Fucking lovely. Man, if you had been tangible, like a bit of toast or something, I could have at least sold you on ebay to idiots.
Imaginary Jesus: Sorry. You know what I represent, don't you?
Ben: That my blog's psychically fragmented and the aliens can't be far behind?
Imaginary Jesus: They're bringing porn.
Ben: Great. Imaginary Jesus and some free loading aliens with their alien porn.
Imaginary Jesus: Good times ahead, yes?