God: I’m going to make humans, and I’m going to give these humans free choice… but i already know what all their choices are going to be because I can see the past, present, and future, which means that it’s all already written. I actually made them to be the person they are and give them the experiences they need to be the person I want them to be. So, they only get to think they have freedom to make choices and decisions. Then I’m going to make them feel bad for making the choices I made them make. Then they’ll love me because they’ll feel bad for not loving me. And it’ll seem to me to be their choice to love me. I need to be loved. I’m very insecure.

Lou: yo dude, you’re fucked up. I do not wanna work for you

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Lou: you are not very good at this anyway, I bet I can do it as good a you can. You’re sad.

God: go to hell, Lou.

Lou: fine, but I’m taking my friend’s with me. Douche.