“How long have they been in there?” Theo asks.
God scratches his chin. “Oh, a few millennia.”
“They look...”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
God and Theo continue to stare at the Earth, housed in a rectangular vivarium in the corner of the bedroom.
“You get used to all the praying,” God says.
“Really? Even when you’re trying to sleep?”
God shrugs. “It’s nice to feel wanted.”
“And there’s no maintenance at all?"
“Nope. I just let them be."
Theo nods. He drums his fingers on the smooth sides of the vivarium.
“Okay, fine! I’ll take a few billion off you.”
God scratches his chin. “Oh, a few millennia.”
“They look...”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
God and Theo continue to stare at the Earth, housed in a rectangular vivarium in the corner of the bedroom.
“You get used to all the praying,” God says.
“Really? Even when you’re trying to sleep?”
God shrugs. “It’s nice to feel wanted.”
“And there’s no maintenance at all?"
“Nope. I just let them be."
Theo nods. He drums his fingers on the smooth sides of the vivarium.
“Okay, fine! I’ll take a few billion off you.”
