“Yes Lord?” Sam responds holding his head in his hands sitting up in a beach chair, in the Bahamas after the corruption news broke.
“I want you to build an Ark!! And out of Swiss Cheese!” God responds softly as small waves break on the beach just feet from his chair.
“Uhh Lord, what will that do?! It won’t save us just sink!” Sam asks looking up at the sky bewildered.
“Exactly my minor slip of creation within humanity! Go forth and build it!” God’s voice booms back down blowing the sand smooth around his chair and shoving a small incoming wave back out to sea.
“Oh crap I knew he hated me!” Sam replies as he drops face first in the sand.
“Sam of FTX!!!!” Comes God’s voice from the sky
“Yes Lord?” Sam responds holding his head in his hands sitting up in a beach chair, in the Bahamas after the corruption news broke.
“I want you to build an Ark!! And out of Swiss Cheese!” God responds softly as small waves break on the beach just feet from his chair.
“Uhh Lord, what will that do?! It won’t save us just sink!” Sam asks looking up at the sky bewildered.
“Exactly my minor slip of creation within humanity! Go forth and build it!” God’s voice booms back down blowing the sand smooth around his chair and shoving a small incoming wave back out to sea.
“Oh crap I knew he hated me!” Sam replies as he drops face first in the sand.