So you people are naming lizards after me now. National Geographic blew their load on a recent special about the basilisk, commonly known as (snicker, snicker) the Jesus Christ Lizard.
So fucking clever, National Geographic. This tiny lizard is fleet-footed enough to scamper across the surface of water, so of course he deserves to be named after the King of Kings.
I call bullshit.
Reptilian dude's three ounces. Please. Call me when you're a buck sixty-five and can pad across a raging tempest, lizard! There should be a rule that your vague similarity to me must save at least one soul from eternal hellfire before you can adopt me as your nickname.
I already let carpenter ant slide, so I've got to put my perforated foot down somewhere. So maybe it's about time you mortals name some bad-ass animals after me for a change. Like the Messiah Gorilla, Christ Cougar or Savior Shark. Not some smug Geico mascot whose claim to fame is saving you 15% on car insurance.
Just sayin'.
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Geiko my arse - you'd never get a halo quick enough (or small enough) to keep up with it.
As usual Jesus, you have entertained me to the hilt. I'll pray for a titled creature that's fitting for you!
Cool. I appreciate it. The sharper the teeth the better.
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