This actually happened. Not the streaker Jesus part, mind you, but this conversation. It was during a show in our auditorium; the act was a praise band. Which was basically a small rock group that happened to sing about the warm fuzzies religion gives you, as opposed to say cocaine, or whatever kids these days sing about. Point is, none of us in the booth really cared, so we were shooting the breeze. And, well, misinterpretations of mumblings occurred, and suddenly the vision appeared! Or, at least, it would have been cool had that happened. Man, I miss stripper Jesus. Good times.