He stopped suddenly, and stared at a wild-eyed woman who threw herself on
the ground, weeping and babbling.

Jesus reached into the back of her skull and pulled out a lavender-purple
something, like a negligee of thin crepe, which caught the light in a
weird way, and you could hardly see it. The woman's body simultaneously
imploded in an odd but satisfying fashion, as if she'd been made of some
sort of latex.

Jesus undid his linen robes and crouched nearby. When he'd finished, he
wadded up the diaphanous purple thing and wiped carefully and
comprehensively. He grinned at all of us. "Payback's a bitch," He said.

The hour of His vengeance was at hand.