Three words: blood of Christ.
"You drink wine as the blood of my son! Could I not be any more obvious? Jesus Christ!"
"What?"
"Shut up son, I wasn't talkin' to you."
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.
God did bequeath upon man beer, and there was much rejoicing.
"Goddamnit!"
God: "Watch your goddamn mouth, bro."
Listen, he's the only brother you have. It's not his fault his face was improperly restored.