I can see it now: Jesus worms his way into the family's heart, and moves into the basement. He lives there for a few months, right up until the mother reaches her breaking point after Jesus finshes nearly finishes off the orange juice, but puts the carton back into the fridge. She runs downstairs in her bunny slippers. She sees Jesus, sipping hooch and playing World of Warcraft.

She yells, "Jesus Christ! Why can't you find a job?"

ba-dum-bum pish!