Lord, a moment?
What's up, archangel?
It's your people on Earth again. Life is hard for them.
It should be. They screwed up their world. They can pay for it.
Still, is there nothing you can do for them?
Well, for a start, they can stop wasting time expecting eternal life.
But that fiction gives them hope.
Too bad. They should do something constructive with their lives; not waste them praying for salvation. Ain't gonna happen.
Then what is the purpose of life, lord?
Purpose? Find someone. Fall in love. Be productive, if not creative.
Too bad the bible doesn't tell them that.
The bible? Pulp fiction. Semi-entertaining trash.
Didn't you write it?
Me? No way. It was Murray.
Murray? Who's he?
Some con man trying to make a buck. I let him have the movie rights.
Really?
What do I need them for?
Big of you, lord.
Hey, that's how I roll.