Silence reigned for a moment. "So what we do we now?" Jesus asked.
He and Muhammad were alone, God and Buddha having gone to get something to eat.
"What do you mean?" Muhammad said, peering at his fingernails.
"Well...I mean, the story's over. There's really no point in us being here anymore."
Pause.
"What are you suggesting?" he said slowly.
"I don't know."
"So why did you mention it in the first place? God!"
You called?
"What?" Muhammad looked up, startled by the booming voice that issued from the white. "Oh. No, sorry."
The crunching of Smiths chips thundered.
"Anyways," Muhammad resumed. "... You're an idiot."
Shocked, Jesus exclaimed, "I am not! All I meant to say was...," he stopped, tongue peeking out as he concentrated. "that we shouldn't even exist right now---"
"Wait, what? Are you saying our existence is dependant on some cynical, caustic individual even now punching away at a keyboard? Some would consider that blasphemy you know."
"No, no that's not at all what I meant," Jesus hastened to add. "I mean, the representation of us, as devised by said individual should no longer function as they have served their purpose."
Mohammad was staring at Jesus as if he had suddenly turned into a Smurf. "So, what your saying is, we have clones."
Jesus suddenly looked very much lost and confused. "What--I--I-- ... I don't know anymore! My head hurts," he finished in a small, hurt voice.
"Moo!"
Jesus jumped, frightened by the sudden appearance of a massive brown cow. "Oh, its just you. What do you want?"
"Moo."
Jesus stared at Muhammad. "Did you catch that?"
Muhammad nodded slowly. "She thinks she's being funny by not speaking in english," he said. "Ha. Ha."
"Mooooooo."
"Oh, why don't you go clomp on some grass?!"
The cow stared at him with its huge brown eyes, then slowly looked about at the plain expanse of white, as if to say, "Do you see any grass around here, numbskull?" Then, as if to chastise him for his unseemly outburst, the cow proceeded to unleash a massive, steaming pile of faeces. Somehow, there was something profane about the sight of it, a dark stain on otherwise peerless white.
"And you wonder why we don't hang with you," Jesus said in disgust. He motioned to Muhammad and they rose, leaving the cow suddenly alone. With a last, plaintive, "Moo..." the cow vanished.
The two walked in silence. After some time they reached the edge. They sat, legs dangling over the precipice. Below the panoply of the universe spread out in all its wonder. They focused on Earth. A devilish gleam lit up in Muhammad's eyes. "Want to play a game?"
Jesus looked nothing short of horrified. "No!"
"Why not?"
"Don't you remember what happened last time we played one of your "games"?"
"Oh it was nothing, a minor side effect, that's all it was."
"You call the Crusades a "minor side effect"?!"
"Okay fine! We wont play then." He looked away, sullen. "Hey, hey God!" he called.
The murmur of munching stopped briefly. There was a pause, then a sharp beep rang out and an automated message played: "Hi, you've reached God. I'm not here right now, or am avoiding you. Please leave a maessage after the tone."
The munching resumed. Muhammad sighed, he hadn't really expected a response anyway.
The two friends sat then, contemplative. Ages passed.
"Is Buddha still eating?" Muhammad asked suddenly.
"Of course he is."
