Please. You should've seen him around the office. Couldn't even answer the Prayer line right. Then one day... ::POOF:: He up and disappears. Not a word, No note. Nothing. Finally, after a couple of centuries, I get a call. He had to go "Find Himself," he says. He's living on a commune and can I send him some money? Damn Hippie. I know it's my fault. I spoiled him too much. Gave him anything he wanted. But hey, it's kinda hard not to when you're God.
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Thirty Three Hundred Years since the Ten Comandments and you people are still fucking it up.