“She seemed nice.”
“She seemed stoned, Razzers. Dammit!” Constantine pulled himself back upright. He still hadn’t mastered camels.
“She’s tired. Got a toddler. Poor, too, but still gave us a meal. Hope the presents cover it.”
Elvis hummed ‘a poor little baby child is born’, and said nothing.
“Yeah, true. I liked her more than that Harold jerk. For a king, he was a right stingy bastard.”
Razzers looked back toward Bethlehem. “Y’know, that kid looked kinda like the one he was after. He’d probably want to know.”
“Yeah, well, he should’ve given us the good wine. Screw that guy.”
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