In the kitchen

G, breaking an egg into a bowl: "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Yesterday when I was making your cheesecake, I used an egg that had something that looked suspiciously like a not-quite-baby-chicken in it. But it can't have been that - how would an egg get fertilized in a laying house?"

J: "Maybe it was the chicken Messiah."

G: "Great - we ate Chicken Jesus."

J, turning green: "Um ..."

G: "Well, okay, I fished out Chicken Jesus."

J: "Thank God."