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“Leave the map reading to some one else, Rabbi. You need to repair the Golem again” Elijah drew the Rabbi’s attention to the bottom of the falls where several large chunks of clay lay strewn.

"Maybe we are in Australia," suggested the Rabbi, “Look at those young ladies over there,” as Elijah took his chariot down to collect his terra cotta friend.

“Oh come on. Now, you’re just randomly naming places for which you’ve found cool photos” chided Sadie.

“Oye, a better picture from Australia you can find?” enquired the Rabbi.

Why, yes. Yes I can.” stated just about everyone else in the room.

“Hey, I know that fish, we used to have drinks together,” said a passing kangaroo conversationally.

“We must be in Australia, only they would carry bicycles up a mountain,” said the Rabbi, “I was really hoping we were in Philadelphia, shiksa or not.”

A duckbill platypus, swimming along a nearby creek, had nothing to say.

A passing roo, hearing the rabbi’s lament, pulled a small but well-formed shiksa from its pouch and hopped away.

Rabbi realized that a picture of a shiska would get him in as much trouble as his Australia pic, and began the task of repairing the Golem as Said kept Joshie away from the shiska, “Think of your Mother!”

To which the shiksa replied as she sidled up to Joshie “My mother always told me to marry them young and train them right.”

Joshie said, “Wow, what’s Uma Thurman doing Down Under?”

Lefty, Bucky, and the partially repaired Golem simultaneously said “I’d like to see her down under…me!” and high-fived each other

“Oye,” muttered the Rabbi, approaching the Golem with a Phillips screwdriver, "That’s the last time I install a used positronic brain."

The beautiful starlet asked thoughtfully, “Say, that Golem isn’t bound by the Asimovian Three Laws, is he?”

“Rabbi Israel Ben Carwreck,” began Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levai with a distressing amount of enthusiasim, “holds that a Golem is not a person, and as such is not bound by any mitzvote save ‘thou shalt not commit murder’,” as the Jewish persons persent look upwards, realizing that this Talmudic exercise was going to take a very long time, Sadie going so far as to tap her watch to observe the second hand and mutter, “You had to ask”,“but Rabbi Shlomo Ben Harrassment writes that being created by a person, the intent is create…”

“That was a single sentence?” Joshie muttered wonderingly to his Teddy Ruxpin, which nodded.

“…but Rabbi Elezear Ben Malcontent did reply that the intent of creation has no bearing on the results of creation, and it should be considered that…”

The Shin Bet squad leader raised his HK submachine gun and snarled, “Shaddup, Rabbi, or I’m gonna ventilate ya!”

Sadie slapped the Squad Leader with her purse, “Your **Mother **knows you talk this way to a Rabbi?” she inquired with decades of experience at inflicting guilt.