Biff shrugs. "New York is more interesting, anyway. My girlfriend is there." He grins. "I miss her and I wrote to her three times yesterday. I really need to get out of here."
"The story of what really happened during those thirty-odd years the other gospels gloss over. Josh had to learn how to be a Savior, so I went with him while he tried to find out. Bar? A copy of my gospel, please. Without Christopher Moore's name on it."
Bar provides a yellow book with white-out clearly over the author's name. The title is Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal.
"Here. Read that. It may change your life, but I wouldn't know."
"Such has been the general consensus," he says, dully. "You future-people just don't take well to being shaken up, do you? Well, come to think of it, neither did people back in my time, either. I mean, look what they did to Josh."
"Oh?" Biff raises an eyebrow. "Catholics. Who can blame you. Well, if it's any help, I know at least one guy who still cares about the fate of humanity. At least . . . I think he still does. I haven't seen him in a few thousand years."
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Bar provides a yellow book with white-out clearly over the author's name. The title is Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal.
"Here. Read that. It may change your life, but I wouldn't know."
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"Such has been the general consensus," he says, dully. "You future-people just don't take well to being shaken up, do you? Well, come to think of it, neither did people back in my time, either. I mean, look what they did to Josh."
That's more than a bit of a sulk in his voice.
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Dunno how he managed it, really."
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"Listen, I'm gonna go try the door again. Maybe it'll work this time. It was nice meeting you."
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*Shane holds out his hand to give biff a handshake*
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"Nice meeting you."
And he's off.
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*Shane walks away*