Pope and Martian

About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Martians had to leave Italy. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Martian community.

So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Martian community. If the Martian won, the Martians could stay.
If the Pope won, the Martians would leave.

The Martians realized that they had no choice. So they picked a middle-aged man named Marty Martian to represent them. Martian asked for one additional condition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither side would be allowed to talk.

The Pope agreed.

The day of the great debate came. Marty Martian and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute. Then the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Marty looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Marty pointed to the ground where he sat.

The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine.

Marty pulled out an apple.

The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Martians can stay."
An hour later, the cardinals were gathered around the
Pope asking him what had happened.

The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the holy Trinity.

He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions.
Then, I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us.

He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us. Then, I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins.

He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin.
He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"

Meanwhile, the Martian community had crowded around Marty Martian.
"What happened?" they asked.
"Well," said Marty, "First he said to me that the Martians had three days to get out of here.
I told him not one of us was leaving.
Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Martians.

I let him know that we were staying right here."
"Yes, and then???" asked the crowd.
"I don't know", said Marty, "He took out his lunch, and I took out mine!"

Note on Martian Jokes:
The original ethnic group has been replaced with Martians according to my new policy.