Encompassing religion

The big guy would roll in day after day. Tattoo on his arms, but clean shaven. A nod of a head, a grin, and they both knew they were alive. The thinner guy by the grace of Allah, and the other by virtue of his taste-buds. One day the big guy arrives sporting a small goatee. Unusual. The devout guy grins, "So have you finally found true religion then?"

"Yeah, mate. Now would you lend me a compass? Burgers cicularise my sense of direction."