Flock of Goats

“What the hell?” John suddenly materializes upon a strange craft, complete with an oddly dressed pilot, the likes of whom he’s never seen - at least, in person.

“Hey, you look a lot like that Jesus dude from all the pictures.”

“I’m taking you to your new home,” the stranger says, flipping a switch. “The others will arrive shortly.”

“What new home? What others?”

“Well, Hell, it’s not,” the helmsman smiles. “It’s the End of Days, I’m afraid. Time for a new start.”

“What are you driveling about? I’ve never believed that horseshit!”

“I know, Brother. That’s why you’re here.”