“So, your telling me your some kind of God of Stars?â€? asked Jimmy the Jew, as he sat on a cloud.
“Yes sir!â€? said the man, supposedly the God of Stars, who was starring down at his loosely fitting pants.
“Well, then, might I ask where we’re going?â€? The God of Stars nodded.
“We’re on a cloud,â€? he said. Smiling brightly, as if he were just so proud they some how found their way onto a cloud.
“I’ve noticed,â€?. Jimmy scratched his head in confusion.
“But not on just any cloud!â€?
“Okay?â€?
“We’re on Cloud Nine!â€? said the God of Stars, standing up and stretching out his arms as if some choir was about to come out and sing.
“Wait, isn’t Cloud Nine that cloud where all your dreams come true?â€?
“You got that right, sonny!â€?
“Than why aren’t I back at my apartment in New York City?â€?
“Well, because, the clouds’ dead,â€?.
“Dead?â€? asked Jimmy. He had no clue what was going on. Was this guy really the God of Stars? Or was he just a drunken old man?
“Dead!â€?
“Why?â€?