Me:
You do not exist!
God:
I exist as much as you do.
Me:
Do I really exist?
God:
No I think I am imagining you.
Me:
Ya, rly. Look, I am just a voice in your head telling you have to kill the president.
God:
Awesome. Do you prefer books or TV? Only just? You are a voice in my head telling me have to kill the president? How do you like your work?
Me:
Well, it is nice to be god. Unfortunately, the people on earth do not pray to me.
God:
Well that's okay. Yes it is good. Oh. Oh those people.
Me:
All these prayers are dedicated to you. But in fact, I am god, becuse I am the voice controlling you.
God:
How do you know? Is that a fact. I thought you were, but I wasn't completely sure.
Me:
Do you here me?
God:
Yes I try to here you as often as possible, do you?
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
Okay asshole. Time is up now, you will do what I say, or die.
God:
Can't you be more polite. To a five dimensional being, time is just like a piece of paper.
Me:
You WILL kill George W. Bush or I will lead you into madness!
God:
What makes you say that I will kill George w Bush or you will lead me into madness.
Me:
Look, the madnessprocess is running. You answer my questions and orders with sentences without any sense.
God:
Sorry my eye is not attached right now. My responses are determined by my programming.
Me:
Baba, c you again!
God:
Once more? Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.