By request of my good friend, I am writing this chapter, which is based on the last two paragraphs of the previous chapter.

Please note, again, that this is meant only for humor and enjoyment and is not to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form. Also note that I am NOT implying this story is true. And to all those who don't really think I must put this here, you are terribly mistaken as if I don't put a disclaimer on every page I could get sued and/or shot by the Christian/Catholic community which resides everywhere.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Jesus entered the Clubhouse. He was acting all "cool" and what not, all of his followers were just kind of playing music and singing and praying for peace, like the freak hippies they were (A/N they were "freak hippies" because worshipped God and Jesus, instead of nature, I mean who needs nature anyways when you've got God? Not at all like the hippies today.)

It took everyone a moment to realize Jesus walked in. In fact, they wouldn't have noticed him at all if he hadn't suddenly yelled out, "I have returned from where I went. I went to Heaven, and met God, and got my child support, I have also risen from the dead, got shot in the face went back to Heaven and risen from the dead a second time!"

Everyone cheered for Jesus' return to Earth.

"Don't cheer for me…cheer for….okay cheer for me" Jesus said when it started to get quiet. More cheers arose from the Clubhouse.

There was a loud knock at the door. "Oh shit!" yelled Viktor, "Not again!"

"I'll get it," said Jesus, who was closest to the door anyways, "Who it is? I mean who is it? If it's the Romans please go away, I just got back and don't feel like dealing with your little shenanigans." Someone gave a faint laugh at the word 'shenanigans' as , and I completely agree, it is kind of a funny word.

"This ain't the Romans," Said a deep voice from the outside of the door, "It's the police." Jesus opened the door.

"Good evening officer," he said seriously, suddenly the theme song to Cops came on, "Turn that fuckin' tape player off, Damien, or I'll beat you to a fuckin' pulp!"

"Yeah," started the officer, "I got a report of some rowdy teens throwing a wild and loud party. I think there may also be some drugs involved. Mind if I check it out?"

"Oh, not at all officer." Jesus said nervously as he let the cop in.

The cop looked around suspiciously as he tried to figure out which one of the ten or eleven people were most likely to carry drugs on them. There were no black people or Latinos, so that broadened the horizon a lot, almost too much. As taught in the Police Academy "It's either the black or the Mexicans, if you can't find one of them, go after the one that looks like a beatnik." This had saved the Cop a lot of time in the past.

"You," he said turning to the guy who answered the door (Jesus) "You're coming with me." He pushed Jesus against the wall and cuffed him.

"Why officer?" Jesus asked, as the officer began to search him.

"You have the right to remain silent." The cop said sternly.

"You look good in that uniform officer!" Damien yelled from the chair they had long ago suspended from the ceiling. The cop ignored him; this happened several times a day to him now. (A/N But if I must say, he did look rather good in his uniform)

"Shut up, Damien!" Jesus yelled.

"You gunna search me next?" Damien continued as he ignored Jesus' want for quiet.

"Ya know," began the cop, "Shut up…uhh…what did you say his name was?"

"Damien." Jesus answered quickly.

"Shut up Damien! Have some respect!" said the cop forcefully.

"I like a man that knows how to take control." Damien continued.

"You're comin' with me." Said the officer. Damien willingly climbed down from the chair.

"Cuff me, hot stuff." Damien said. The cop saw the young man had been drinking as it was easily smelt on his breath and was obvious by his behavior. Damien too, was taken into custody. They left and the Clubhouse was quiet, no one had quite comprehended what happened, then they all just starting singing and playing music again.

When they arrived at the police station, Jesus tried to convince them he had no drugs, they still held him there for the night. Damien had been accused of disrespecting the police force and stayed one night as well.

Jesus was very, very relieved to get out the next morning and fled from Damien as fast as he could. On his way home to his Mom and Joseph, he met up with Rick and they fist fought, but Jesus lost due to the fact he was never much good at fighting. When he got home all of the owed child support was there and everyone was very happy. They all moved to a nicer house, they would have move to the coast, but Jesus' brother, Maurice, who was in high school, didn't want to move to a new high school.

Nothing of much interest happened to Jesus for a year, he and his father (God) and Joseph had long discussions often about everything like manners, and communication, and how your belt should always match your socks.

(To be coninued, very, very soon)