Then the clouds parted and he heard a loud voice in a beam of light commanding him to go to a corner convenience store and liberate a box of cigarillos. “But why me, Lord,” he asked. “I am unworthy of this honor. Surely thou hast a better champion than I.”
“Verily, thou art six foot four and nigh unto three hundred pounds and can easily intimidate the pipsqeak clerk. And if a man of the law should confront thee, forsooth thou should run at him like a raging beast and overpower him and bust him up real bad.”
“Thy will be done, O Most High.”
ROFL!