*At the close of negotiations between God and The Other Guy
God; Yes, Man can make his own laws.
This is going to be so much fun!
God: It’s not a game.
TOG: Stop being such a sourpuss.
We’ve had nothing to do since the beginning of time, and now that the world has been created, You are being all bleh about it.
God: I’ll psyke up when it’s over.
TOG: Only 2012 years to go.
*TOG finishes his drink and is about to leave when…
TOG: God. Buddy, ol’ pal.
God: What is it now?
TOG: Come on! Don’t be like that.
God: Look, I’m tired and it’s My bloody day off.
TOG: Too bad I’m the one with the masseurs, could have gotten you all sorted.
God: Ya, but I’m the One with the sweet crib
TOG: Which reminds me, the cat made a major mess on the back porch. I mean major.
Holla at Whats-his-name to clean it up.
God: His name is Michael, and that’s not his job.
TOG: Hmmm…well it should be.
God: He has more important things to do.
TOG: Yeah. Right.
God: But I’m glad that hell-cat isn’t going to be in my house anymore.
TOG: Oh come on! He’s the cutest thing ever…better than that mangy mutt.
God: Leave Rusco alone.
TOG: Trained by Michael, I see why he turned out so wrong.
TOG: Anyhoo…I was going to say, can I have one more thing?
TOG: Pretty please?
TOG: It’s not even that big a deal and you don’t have to do much.
What is it then?
TOG: Remember when we decided to give Man free will? That he can do what he wants?
TOG: And that we wouldn’t interfere in his affairs after the Fall?
God: Yes, yes. I remember, it was a few minutes ago.
TOG: Can’t we push up the plan?
TOG: It’s not like the outcome will be different.
TOG: But it’s so boooorrrrrring.
God: Take up knitting.
TOG: What?! Those needles can take out an eye.
God: I hate it when you make that face.
TOG: Just had an idea.
God: I’m not going to ask.
TOG: It’s pretty brilliant.
God: Not falling for this again.
TOG: It involves knitting needles.
God: I’m not listening.
TOG: Fine, I’ll just tell the boys when I get home.
TOG: *Pretends getting hit by a bullet
Straight to the heart!
God: You don’t have a heart.
TOG: Thank G….I mean, it would interfere with my work.
TOG: Fine, I’m leaving…but remember to keep up your end of the deal on that free will thing.
God: I got it the first time.
TOG: Okay…I’m going to miss you.
God: Go to Hell.
TOG: I’m going, I’m going.