My conversation with God (already in progress)

Harvey: Look, I get it. But don't you want us all to be happy?
God: That's not --
Harvey: Just answer the fucking question, dude.
God: I will not be interrupted.
Harvey:
God:
Harvey: OK, sorry about that. What were you saying?
God: It doesn't matter anymore.
Harvey: No, come on, I'm sorry. I'll let you talk. Please go on.
God: I was going to say: that's not important to true happiness. You must realise Harvey, that there is more to your existence than pleasuring women, and having money, and Dance Dance Revolution.
Harvey: Really?
God: Yes.
Harvey: Yeah, right. Like what?
God: You must try to find peace amidst the chaos--
Harvey: Bullshit dude you-- oh, shit. Sorry about that.
God:
Harvey: Dude. Please go on.
God: You have closed your mind to understanding.
Harvey: Look, clearly this conversation is just stressing us both out. Can we change the subject?
God: Fine.
Harvey: Are you mad? Look, I'm sorry.
God: I am not angry.
Harvey: Are you sure? You seem angry at me.
God: The creations of this world are holy and blameless in my sight.
Harvey: Right, so we're good. Sweet. So what are you up to later?
God: I am a timeless being, Harvey. I cannot experience the passage of time.
Harvey: Oh, here we go. I'm just making small talk! Why do you have to pull this omnipotent being shit all the time?
God:
Harvey: Are you still mad because I interrupted you? Christ -- uh, I mean... Criminy...?
God:
Harvey: You're still mad, aren't you?
God:
Harvey: You know what? Fuck this, I'm outta here!

I slammed the door to my dreams and sat up with a start. I was at my parents’ place, on a thin mattress laid out on the living floor. "Dude?" I asked out loud, but only the click of the furnace answered me.

But wait: he's dead, I realised, my thoughts beginning to focus. He's dead and we're alone in the universe.

I went back to sleep, tired and feverish. I get this way sometimes. This is what happens when you snort NeoCitran.