Even the Golem, Tought Guy that is was averted his eyes exclaiming, "Man, she is tough.
Joshie watched Sadie stood, legs apart, arms akimbo, glancing upwards and to her right, awaiting her theme music and said proudly “That’s my Bubbie!”
Cue Richard Wagner, Ride of the Valkyries. (Those were stage directions, not the sentence.)
“Christ!” exclaimed the Golem, and the Rabbi gave him a very, very dirty look.
“You called?” said Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace, appearing in the sky wreathed in holy light and accompanied by the trumpets of a host of angels.
Rebuilt the Temple, my ass, muttered Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levaias.
“Oh, no you di’n’t!” said Sadie as she started towards the Lord of Hosts who was competing with her for the spotlight.
“Hey,” Jesus Escobar Martinez pleaded, “Hey, it’s no problem, just down from LA, I’ll just be on my way, don’t want no trouble…”
“Quiet, you,” said the King of Kings, looking beatifically down at his Latino namesake.
“I beg your pardon,” Siddhartha interjected, “Please be so kind as to move aside, scoot over, make way for another religious figure and generally quit bogarting the limelight.”
“ay-chi-waa-waa” drolled Joshie.
Searching his sanskrit dictionary, the Enlightened One determined that he had found either “ay chi waa waa” or something about “One ring to rule them all…”
“Yeah!” echoed Buddha and Muhammad, appearing simultaneously from out of nowhere.
Editors note: the Buddah and Siddahartha are the same guy.
And now we’ll probably have suicide trolls due to the Muhammed thing. 
Santa Claus popped out of a different nowhere already in mid “Ho-ho-ho”, but a defening “SHHHHHH!!!” from the other gods blew him into a vortex and he disappeared in a puff of sprinkles.
Epona galloped in, crying Neigh!
Even Jesus, despite being omniscient, had no idea who Epona was.
The protector of horses, donkeys and mules. How appropiate for the 'Dope, indeed, this thread in which I participate so often.
“No one’s worshipped you for centuries,” scoffed Buddha, “so beat it, horse-goddess girl.”
The-alien-masquerading-as-a-deity (we are, after all, monotheisits) prepared her 1920’s style Death Ray…
Epona snorted, wheeled her hindquarters toward the Fat Boy, lifted her tail, and showered him with road apples.