God: Dey displeases me. Dey displeases me greatly. Look at dem dere. Squirmin’ an’ fightin’ an’ bearin’ false witness. Why did I ever make ’em? – Angel Gabriel: Should I git mo’ thunde’bolts? – God: (looking down at Earth) No. Dey don’ do de trick… It’s gotta be somethin’ else. – Angel Gabriel: How would […]