"It's pronounced jiff!" He barks. "No, no, it's ghif!" She screams. Suddenly, Jesus Christ appears and says: "Calm down, my children. The Lord Father, God Almighty, has proclaimed that it should be pronounced 'Gehoyff'". The man and woman, stunned by the sudden appearance of the Christian messiah, stare at each other blankly. Jesus continues with a smile: "That's G, I, and F spoken separately, but very quickly, so they run into each other."
A moment of silence passes before the man raises his hand and points a finger at Jesus: "You're one mad old fucker, you know that?" Jesus winks, and replies sardonically: "Oh you're dead right, sir. I'm as mad as a bag of broken crucifixes!". He then quickly vanishes.
The couple stand dejected. The sudden appearance and disappearance of the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, had made them realise the silliness of their argument. They stare into each others eyes, smile, and remember why they had fallen in love. They move to embrace, when the woman's expression drops. She senses something terrible is wrong, and looks down to see a glistening crimson stain running down the inside of her elastic-waist jeans. "Oh my God, the baby! THE BABY!"
