"I am aware of your reservations," Caiaphas immediately said to Paul, staring intently into his eyes.
"Caiaphas let him be," it was Anneas, "we have much more important business to attend to."
"The work of our Lord is never done," Caiaphas mumbled, then grudgingly left Paul be. Paul relaxed. These, he surmised, were the High Priests of Israel. He decided it was an opportune moment to reaffirm his obvious commitment to upper middle class morality as being in the best interest of the Jewish State.
"Sirs," he cleared his throat, "I am honored.."
"You," it was Jesus. Paul's heart skipped a beat. "You, don't just stand there, grab this for me." Paul grabbed the end of the rod and helped Jesus carry it
to the other end of the Temple. Jesus sat down and panted. "That's a workout for your ass. You're new?"
"Em... I'm not quite sure..."
"Jesus. Jesus, the Nazarene..."
"Yes, I've heard about you, I'm Solon St. Paul..."
"Another Solon. You mugz just run shit no?"
Paul said nothing. He had lost command of his senses.
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