A cowboy, a robot and the Pope are waiting in line at DMV. "I reckon I
need to renew my tabs, just about got a ticket! heh heh," says the
friendly cowboy." "Beep Bop Boop!," says the robot. "Such language!"
says the Pope. "May the lord forgive you, if you even have a soul, you
lump of useless machinery!" "Hey, calm down, he didn't mean nothing!"
says the cowboy. "Bleep Blorp!" says the robot, raising his tiny rubber
tool arms into attack position as the cowboy suddenly has to stand
between them, holding them apart, as the Pope tries whapping the robot
on the head with his glorious sceptre.
"Screw, this, I'm through being Pope!" says the Pope, throwing off his
robes and tossing his hat aside, to the amazement of dozens of people in
line. Fuming, he drives off in the cowboy's El Camino without even
asking if he borrow it, spinning the tires in the dusty parking lot and
spraying gravel, dinging the other cars in the lot.
The cowboy turns to the robot and goes: "Weren't you the one that told me he was in the Hitler Youth?"
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