They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the
corner.
He looks so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad.
They stare and stare, until suddenly the Coloured twigs: "My goodness that
is the POPE!"

Sure enough, it is the POPE.
Thrilled, they club in and send him over the best chow on the menu.
The Pope accepts the food, smiles over at the three men, and starts
eating.
After he's finished eating, the Pope approaches the trio. He reaches for
the hand of the Indian and shakes it, thanking him for the food.

When he lets go, the Indian gives a cry of amazement: "My Goodness! The
arthritis I've had for 30 yrs is gone. It's a miracle!"

The Pope then also shakes the White's hand, thanking him. As he lets go,
the man's eyes widen in shock. "Its true mate!!, the bad back I've had
all my life is completely gone. It's a miracle!"

The Pope then approaches the Coloured who knocks over a chair and a table
in trying to get away from the Pope. "What's wrong?" asks the Pope. The
Coloured shouts, "Nei.., djy rakie aan my nie, Eks oppa disability grant!!!"