I WILL BE A LIVING GOD.
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!"
"What?"
"Shut up son, I wasn't talkin' to you."
"Goddamnit!"
God: "Watch your goddamn mouth, bro."
