That is an extremely creepy Jesus” said the antique lady. “Praise his Creepy Name,” Saint Laura said, immediately followed by “So how much is he worth?
3.4: And lo, did the antique lady decide that the value of Our Creepy Savior to be ten dollars even, thus providing a net profit of nine-twenty-five, enough for Saint Laura to purchase a reasonably nice meal, or perhaps a ticket to a movie, were she to accept. The Third Miracle 4.1: When Saint Laura considered this purchase price, the third miracle did occur. Her heart opened up and accepted Creepy Jesus as her personal savior, declining the offer with a shout of, “You cheap bastards! This is my Savior we’re talking about here…. would you give me twenty?” 4.2: “Please take Creepy Jesus from our sight,” the antique lady cried. “For He is frightening our customers!” Saint Laura did so, and all the way home (when not busy cursing traffic, as such is the custom of New Jersey) she pondered what to do with Our Creepy Lord. 4.3: Upon returning home did Saint Laura immediately hung Creepy Jesus in an unassuming corner of the hallway. She turned out the lights, and gathered her offspring, one
