Passport Control

A man in religious robes, hair shaved into a crown, picture of Jesus on his back sneezes.
“Bless you!” says the airport worker. “May the sun shine on you but I don’t think it will today.”
“God’s only son may shine upon all of us.”
“Yes, I think we have to take it up with the man upstairs. You Aussie?”
“Yes, I’m Australian.”
“I’m from Singapore. Are you Crocodile Dundee?”
“No, but against the devil, at least, I try to be.”
The line shuffled along, she took his picture, he gave her a license to get into heaven.