Jonas sat uncomfortably into the chair, as this Ghadni man sat down as well.
"So.." Jonas said, clearing his throat.
"Why am I here, exactly?"
The man simply looked at him, shaking his head.
"You are the Won"
"The One? As in the number"
"No. The Won. As in you won the match"
"..What"
"Shut up, Jonas. This will be your annual meeting place from hereon in, and since I saved your life, you owe me"
Jonas looked back at Ghandi with a confused face. Ghandi sighed back, pushing two buttons.
Suddenly, two figures appeared in the chairs, one was a man in his mid-20s with a long beard and strange grin.
"This is Jesus." Ghandi said.
"Jesus, L-O-L!" Jesus replied with a grin.
"What?" Jonas asked.
"Internet, L-O-L!" Jesus replied again.
Ghandi chuckled slightly, pointing to the other person. He was much like Ghandi skin-wise, with a large black beard and white fabric suit like Ghandi.
"This is the prophet Muhammed"
"If you draw me, I'll FUCKING CUT YOU"
Jonas jumped back at Muhammeds' sudden outburst. Ghandi laughed again.
Ghandi's face changed suddenly as he looked behind Jonas. Jonas slowly turned in time to see a large fat man tumbling towards a berry bush.
"FUCK OFF BHUDDA! YOU GET YOUR BERRIES WHEN WE'RE DONE!" he screamed as the fat man tumbled away, looking towards the ground.
"Fatass, L-O-L!" Jesus said.
"That's Bhudda. He's what we call a failure. Much like your 'God', Jesus." he said with a hearty chuckle. Jesus laughed akwardly back, getting up and slamming Ghandi into the ground with his hand.
Ghandi slowly rose, still laughing, muttering "I'll fucking kill you, Jesus.."
Jonas sat there, shocked. Muhammed looked towards a tree. "THAT TREE LOOKS LIKE ME! FUCKING GODDAMN.. RIOTERS, ATTACK!" he screamed as a group of men and women began placing a red flag with a strange-looking cross on the tree and then beating, burning, and pissing on it.
Jonas shook his head.
"It was just a tree"
"L-O-L." Jesus replied.