Beatle sighs, typing into his computer.
Miguel passes by and notices this. "UH. Beatz... You don't sleep, do ya?"
"You noticed just now, huh?"
"Wanna... take a nap?"
"I've mastered a technique. Haven't slept for 30 years..."
"Ooh kay... Hey Beatle?"
"What!?" he growled.
"Take it easy," smirked Miguel. "Try... visiting your own family. Helped me out in times like this."
Beatle sighs and looks at his wooden Dreidel. He gives a deep sigh and teleports.
The Nazarene sighs, cleaning Beatle's wounds. "I am very sorry this happened to You, my baby brother."
"Jayz. You do not have to clean my wounds. I'm not a century old anymore. I can regenerates myself."
"Nonsense. My baby brother needs to be cleansed." The Nazarene sighs and cleans Beatle's feet.
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"Thank you, Kuya," said Beatle.
"Any time," smiled the Nazarene.
"Uh... Rabbi..." said Saint Peter, walking into his home. "Sorry. Am I intruding?" he smirked pridefully. "If it isn't the Second Coming!" laughed Peter.
"Simon!" laughed Beatle, hugging him. "How are you? How's the wife?"
"Fine! Fine! Fished a few at Eden! It was quite nice!"
"Ah. Beatle. Have you ever heard of the story-?" The Nazarene smiles.
"Heard it from my Human Dad a thousand times, Kuya JC."
"Ah. Right, kid." The Nazarene pinches Beatle's cheek, humorously an eternally 30-year-old man just punches the cheek of his baby half-brother, who looks like he's in his early 60s but works out a lot.
"Thanks, Kuya..." Beatle smiles, as the Nazarene gently pats his head.
"Hey... Are you okay?"
"I sense truth as well..."
"Not like I do. What's wrong, baby brother?"
"I thirst... for normalcy."
The Nazarene smiles. "I was known as a simple carpenter. Made some tools, equipment, and toys... But I knew the Torah very well... Passed down from Grandpa David, who had his son, Solomon. I am merely one of Solomon's hundreds of children, but I am the one God chose. Do you know why?."
"You weren't chosen. You were innate."
"Exactly."
"And every universe tries to emulate what I am... In the end, I'm alone."
"I'm here, baby brother," smiled the Nazarene.
Beatle smiles and leans his head on Nazarene's chest.
"You're tired, brother?"
Beatle's voice trembled. "Very much, Kuya. Very much."
"Today... is Sabbath Day. Or... Saturday as your people call it. So, rest, brother."
"Thank you," Beatle fell asleep for the first time in years.
The Nazarene smiled, patting his head.