Chuck: You’re an idiot! There is no God!
Jack: How do you know for sure?
Chuck: Because I’ve studied this thing, It’s a dead-out given as far as I’m concerned.
Jack: Well, you might be right. I don’t know. Maybe God doesn’t reveal himself though unless he has a reason to do so. Maybe human intellect just falls short.
Chuck: Crime-O-Netly, Jack! Those beans you ate last night are coming out. Faith is an irrational and preposterous concept.
Jack: Okay. But that’s just one man’s opinion as far as I’m concerned.
Chuck: Yeah, maybe. But hey… this is what sticks in my brain: I can’t help from remembering that drop-dead gorgeous waitress who waited on us last night. Boy, would I ever love to park my Ford in her garage! You know what I’m saying?
Jack: I know what you’re saying. You’re a dirty old man though, Tarzan.
Chuck: I am NOT a dirty old man. You know I’m not. I represent that. I totally represent it. …Why do you think that little fox wouldn’t give me her phone number?
Jack: Probably because she isn’t stupid. That’s why. But hey… back to the God thing: perhaps God is like the universe. He is so far beyond our comprehension that we just can’t properly perceive him. We’re not equipped with the right radio receiver, you know?
Chuck: S’possible. What does he expect out of us then?
Jack: I don’t know. Nobody really knows what dark matter and dark energy are all about either. Doesn’t mean that they don’t exist though. Physics proves that there’s something going on.
Chuck: Yeah, I see your point.
Jack: Unlike you, I actually tend to believe there is an all-powerful God somewhere. I just don’t know where to find him. He’s probably on vacation… or beat down too badly with the wife’s “honey-do” list.
Chuck: Yeah… well… Don’t worry about it. Lunch is a much more pressing issue right now. Let’s go back to Steak Heaven for lunch. Maybe my brown-headed little waitress is working an early shift today.
Jack: I doubt it. Considering that she was there last night, she’s probably a second shifter. And by the way… you probably don’t remember, but her name was Talia. Okay? Talia.
Chuck: Talia? Alright. I didn’t catch her name… You buying lunch today, buddy?
Jack: Hey, Keem-o-sawbee! It’s your turn! WAY your turn! 😐
{to be continued}
PS: He’s out of control, Marvin… Marvin: I know it…