BY: Hello, God?
HF: Brigham, didn't I ask you not to call during nap time?
BY: Yeah, but this is important. I, um, well, may have said things about Adam....
HF: What sort of things?
BY: Well, um, that Adam created the Earth.
HF: WHAT?!
BY: Helped, I mean. Adam helped in creating the Earth.
HF: What is wrong with you, Brigham. I thought you were an intelligent sort. Why else would I set you up with such a cushy position with all the perks? And what you you do in return? You make Adam out to be a demigod, infringing on my exclusive domain.
BY: God, actually.
HF: I'm sorry, what?
BY: Yeah, I think I said something like, "He is our Father and our God."
HF: *sigh*
BY: Well, maybe not those exact words...
HF: *sigh*
BY: Ok, ok, those exact words, but I don't think anyone wrote it down or anything. It will probably all be forgotten in a few days.
HF: This is almost as bad as the whole papyrus thing Joseph did.
BY: Don't worry about that. Nobody will be able to translate hieroglyphics. That language is lost forever.
HF: Is it any wonder why I'd prefer you not drink alcohol. You lot are enough trouble sober.