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More complaints. Pleas for help, selfish demands, feeble attempts. Why couldnt humans deal with their own problems rather than ask HIM to solve them all? God shook his head in frustration. Humans were such weak, pitiful creatures. Always fretting over everything. Occasionally, when he got particularly bored, he would fool with their puny lives, but for the most part he played pool with his home boy the Devil and smoked cigarettes. Humans were so stereotypical. Simply because that show-off son of his, Jesus, was such a goody-two-shoes, they figured that God must be, too. Ha! God snorted and logged off of his computer email, making sure to click "mark all as read" before shoving his chair back and stepping outside of his tiny office for a nice breath of fresh air and a smoke break. Lounging against the wall in his blue sweatpants and "holey" white t-shirt, God pulled out some Marbalos and a lighter, lighting up and puffing thoughtfully on his cig. Poker Night again tonight at Hades'. God debated whether or not to go. He had a shit ton of prayers to answer, problems to solve, and wars to end, but it would do the humans some good to resolve their own issues for once. That decided, he dropped his smoke, rubbing it into the pavement with his heel, and drug himself back into his office, plopping his fat ass back into his chair and popping open a beer.