The Banjo Players Must Die, page 79 by Josef Assad
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e shouting things about lynching or stoning the prophet. Because that would be you."
"Well of course. Now what else is there you will teach me and tell me about? Oration? Public speaking? Martial arts? Theology? I'd love to learn theology from an angel, you know..." said Ramses.
"Err. Well." George cracked his knuckles and looked about himself.
"Err well what? "
"That was it," said George.
"That was what? "
"That was your training."
"What do you mean, that was my training? "
"Err, well, that was your training. You are now a full-fledged prophet, armed with all the wisdom God's angels can bestow you with," George muttered.
"What, don't get crucified and don't let them stone you to death, that is my training? " Ramses was beginning to become upset.
"Absolutely[Meaningless discussion around the finer points of absoluteness edited out by the Review Board attached to the The Celestial Ancillary Sub-Committee for Brevity and Effective Terseness in Written and Spoken Communications, and for Special Considerations for Clearer and More To-the-point and Less Beating-around-the-bush in Official and Literary Communication.]."
"Oh REALLY? " Upset was inexorably becoming Ramses.
"No more training. You have everything you need. Just have your flock of God's children ready in Tahrir Square on the morning of the -"
"What do you mean, no more training? "
"- on the morning of the sixteenth of Nobemver 2541. We'll take it from there. Judgment Day, you know."
"Don't I at least get some form of paranormal power? I mean, I am a prophet, and the last one too."
George shifted. "Well, it is sort of against policy, dishing out Abilities, but we might be able to arrange it so that you can do long division and multiplication in your head. Oh, and there's this neat trick too where you drink a lot of water, have a confederate kick you in the nuts, and then pee into cups. If you apologize for the quality, they will bel