"Adventures in Monk Baiting", OR "Lotsa Backstory for Such a Short Joke"

Back in my days working pediatric psych, I had the bizarre pleasure of working in proximity to not one but TWO Greek Orthodox monks. They were a couple of local boys who went to university, got a look at objective reality, and decided "fuck it--give me superstition and an erroneous calendar. We want to be part of the institution that helped the vampire myth get such a grip on the peasantry of eastern Europe." So naturally I just HAD to fuck with them whenever the opportunity presented itself.
My favorite monk baiting gambit is called "Tempt Them Into Impious Mirth", or "Make Them Laugh At Something Irreverent or Even Sacrilegious". I found myself in the ward dining room one afternoon, tossing out old peanutbutter sandwiches, when one of the god-bothering tossers swanned in and remarked "Goodness, those certainly are old snacks"........hehehe....... My response was swift and cruel--I said "You have no idea! I've got leftovers here from the sermon on the mount-- I may never finish! It's been loaf, fish, loaf, fish, all afternoon!"
The look on his face as he backed out of the room was priceless--a mixture of shock, anger, and barely suppressed laughter. Part of him saw the humor, and wanted to laugh, but the rest of him was about to disintegrate. So, by way of apology, I waited a month, and then I told him I'd figured out "the worst part about being an atheist". Silly bugger took me seriously, and asked what it was. I told him--"no one to talk to while you're having an orgasm".
How I miss that "I want to laugh, but I think I might go to hell if I do" look.