As a Right Reverend I must vote with my faith, and my faith tells me that there IS a second half of the joke.
No matter what happens, I will remain resolute in my support for TGRR as Mexico, even if he himself rejects the position.
He claims he will take the punchline to the grave with him. This is because he believes that death is the last place where His People cannot follow him.
Maybe if we ply him with enough fleshlights he'll give us the second half of the joke.
Reptilian Holy Men are a finicky breed. If you can't catch them while they're shedding their old scales (and they've learned how to get that done fast
), normal means of persuasion are largely ineffective.
For example, reptiles often have dual penises. Unless you can afford that many custom-designed fleshlights, it's going to be very difficult.
Cold-blooded creatures do possess a literally inhuman patience, but they can only move quickly in short bursts. Our simian ancestors adapted bipedal movement so that we could more efficiently traverse long stretches of hot, dry landscape.
"Scientists" would have you believe that this was so we could roam long distances in search of food. We religious figures know that is was so that our ancestors, knowing that their newly-evolved frontal lobes had doomed them to be horribly aware
of how stupid they could be, could chase down our Reptilian Holy Men, no matter how long they tried to hide.
Stupid simian sinners seeking saurian saviors.