[Jesus shoves Boligard from him, two palms slamed firmly on each of Boligard's shoulders]
Yar. I know that. I am Jesus. I'm allowed!
[He dives at Boligard, and they go down on the glass tiles, whirling, elbowing, kneeing, gnashing, evileyeing. They exhaust themselves, end up on their elbows, their backs to the tiles, breathing heavy]