by Michael C.
The prophets prophesy falsely.
Welcome to Judgment Day, Barry.
As youve probably surmised, Im God.
Next to me here is Jesus, my son.
I didnt think there was
. . . I mean, that Id ever be here, sir . .
. ah, your Holiness. Ive never been what
youd call a believer. And I never
worshipped you like the priests said to.
That worship thing has
bothered me for over 2,000 years. It was never my
idea, Barry. Those people down there who thought
they represented me got it all wrong. Why would I
want to be worshipped? What kind of a Creator do
they think I am that I need human beings to
venerate and adore me? Why would they think me
that vain? To be thought of in that way has
always disturbed me.
Well, no offense, God, but I
No offense taken, Barry. As
far as I can tell from your record, youve
been a good and decent man.
Ive tried to be, sir.
Thats good enough for us,
Darn right it is!
Whew! Thank you, Jesus. I
thought thered be . . . well, nothing
You call these
nothing, Barry? Here, put these wings on.