The Pope has seen enough of the torture, slaughter, and destruction of the innocent people and nation of Ukraine. So he's going to Ukraine to bring God along and drive out El Diablo.
"Enough already," he said. "God hasn't helped."
"I WAS RESTING."
The Pope will take his jet to Ukraine and dares Putin to shoot it down or bomb wherever he plans to land. He intends to stay until Putin withdraws his troops. He'll also transport a planeload of food for Chef Jose Andreas to cook for Ukraine or any Russians who wish to surrender. The Pope quickly packed his white vestments, battle fatigues, rainwear, white cap, and a helmet. "Just in case God blinks."
"I DON'T BLINK!"
Hearing of the Pope's visit, Putin exploded into a thousand tiny pieces scattered throughout the room, chandeliers and drapery. His supporters in the room sighed a sigh of relief. "Whew! Glad he's over with!"
But Putin, being El Diablo, sucked himself together again like a giant magnet and was able to reassemble. Unfortunately, however, his chin was missing. "Who said, Glad, he's over with?"
They claimed to have been talking about George Washington. "But your chin is missing."
"That is my chin." He ordered a cloud of covid-19 sent over the Vatican. He couldn't risk a Pope visit, adding that the Pope could put a wrench into his successful war. Ukraine was on its knees and about to surrender. Make that one small step for the Russian army and one giant step towards the good old USSR!
Man, you're going backward. You aren't Ginger Rogers. You're going to end up in the Baltic.
"IF HE'S LUCKY."
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