My name is alex and i found jesus in a box of captain crunch cereal.
He won't stop commenting on how drab my apartment is. He also has a thick Welsh accent and a monocle, and keeps singing The Sign by Ace of Base, and he keeps fondling my yams with a slightly disturbing fervor. He claims he doesn't know how he got in my cereal box, but must have said "Captain my ass!" at least five times. He's very small too. Kinda like an The Indian in the Cupboard sorta thing, except instead of an Indian, he's Jesus.
What should I do? I threatened to call the cops but he says he'll kill me with his "magic Sammy Sosa medallion" if I do.