I Apologize For Letting Everything Go To Shit. I Really Thought You Assholes Would Be More Like Me

Reached at his vacation home in the Gashole Galaxy, a spokesangel for the Big Guy admitted that his creation had resulted in unforeseen consequences that mayb force Him to abandon the entire idea of constructing a base of fervent admirers of His plafyul experiments with living tissue.

“If God had intended for this universe to turn out the way it did, He wouldn’t have written so many best-selling religious treatises to be used by supply-side plantation owners to keep their workers in line,” said Cassandra Widdershin’s, God’s under-assistant West Coast promotions and exposition coordinator.