God: "Watch your goddamn mouth, bro."
Three words: blood of Christ.
Listen, he's the only brother you have. It's not his fault his face was improperly restored.
God did bequeath upon man beer, and there was much rejoicing.
"You drink wine as the blood of my son! Could I not be any more obvious? Jesus Christ!"
"Shut up son, I wasn't talkin' to you."
I WILL BE A LIVING GOD.
Hope you're all ready for Mitt's big speech today. There's bound to be dancing white people galore, so be prepared for that too.