Jesus glances at the Lasso in his hand. What the heck is he supposed to do with this thing. He calls his Apostles into a huddle.
“Dammit, we got 2,000 years of precedence here! I am not going to let this upstart steal market share. Here’s what we do…”
The huddle breaks, and Jesus lines his Apostles up. Working out of the “I” formation they proceed downfield driving the IPU before them. The Apostles, fishermen all, have their nets at the ready. The IPU runs back and forth along the line in growing panic. She can find no weakness in JC’s formation!
Suddenly PETA runs in crying “FOUL!” And pointing at the fishing nets. A long discourse begins on the morality of fishing and eating meat concluding with the throwing of fish offal on Peter.
The IPU, knowing opportunity when it sees it, rushes the line. FUll SPEED. The horn is poised at an angle of maximum effect.
As the IPU charges in a cloud of pink invisibility, Judas Iscariot questions his faith and lightly steps aside.
THe IPU charges through the broken line.
But Wait!
In a desperate leap, JC manages to get a hand on the IPU’s horn and another around her neck. His mighty thews honed to Adonislike perfection through years of carpentry strain mightily and prove equal to the task, as he subdues the glorious beast.
Quickly the IPU is trussed shod, saddled and left tethered to a goal post where she glares balefully at the Son of God. JC once again calls a huddle.
“I have no idea how to ride one of those things.” JC confesses. “Besides, I hear not just anyody can tame a Unicorn.”
“That’s right,” Quoth John. “I heard only women can do it, and only if they are virgins.”
“That’s it!” cries Jesus. Whipping his Nokia out of his robe, he dials quickly. “Hi Mom?..”
In short order the Virgin Mary appears, is outfitted in Chaps, boots, and hat, and is quickly mounted on the IPU who has no choice but to allow herself to be tamed by Mary.
When the taming of the IPU is complete JC (now duded up like a cowpoke) hops aboard and rides the IPU triumphantly around the Coliseum to the deafening roar of the approving crowd. In a corner Paul is adding up the Pay-per-view receipts.
“Are you really the Son of God?” Asks a converted PETAphile.
“You better smile when you say that, Podner.”
-Apologies to Philip Jose Farmer and his excellent story “JC on the Dude Ranch”