A comedian riffs on the absurd idea of robbing God, joking about finding gold bars and rainbows in someone's pockets. The improvised sketch is pure chaos: exaggerated imagery, throwaway Bee Gees references, and a sign-off to his grandmother.
Will a man rob God? Say player, say player, run them pockets, right? You know what this is, you know it's a Jack move, baby, it's the Jack move. I guess you can rob, player, you can rob. Run me them pockets. What you got up there? Let me see what you got in your damn pockets. Okay, shit, what you shaking for? What you shaking for? Let me see. Gold bars? Shit. All right, how you get a gold bar? Whatever, come on. Rainbows? Stars? How the hell you get all that? Oh shit, man, man. What you say? Who are you? Shit, you got some shit. Who are you? What? What? Let me see who— God? My bad, my bad. We just talked this morning about this situation. I, you know, uh, my bad. You don't look nothing like the dude from the Bee Gees on the pictures, man. My bad. Now tell my grandma I say hi.
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