"lord, remember when real men carried spears?"
"ah, those were the days, eh, archangel? all that fire and brimstone. miracles in the desert. gods running around everywhere. it was a total party"
"yeah, and we pretty much ran the show, didn't we, lord"
"well, except for that one so-called god, baal. remember him?"
"yeah. baal. what a turd he was. and that name! too weird"
"he had a lot of 'em fooled though, for a while anyway"
"until we ran him off, that is"
"right. I wonder where he is now?"
"last I heard, he was selling used cars in patterson, new jersey. there's a god for you"
"no doubt. hey, pass me one of those lightning bolts, why don't you? all this talk is making me feel a little, I don't know. . . archaic. if you know what I mean. thinking maybe I should toss a few"
"go for it. that's why you're the lord"
"that is the honest to god's truth, archangel"
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