A god walks up to your doorstep like “Hey, what’s up, have you heard the good news? It’s me, I’m the good news, let me just sit down on your porch chair for a second and explain myself. Hey, have you seen the world lately? It’s pretty rough lately. Sit down in the other porch chair and we’ll have a chat.”
“See there’s only so much I can do, I’m the god of possums and foxes and trashcan cats not politicians, but hey there’s always going to be a use for garbage-scrounging vermin and maybe you can be the one to find that use. No, don’t be offended there’s nothing wrong with being wily, with feeding off the excess of those who have more than you, it was just going to go to waste anyway and I don’t like what you’re implying there, I’m still a god so watch your mouth. Now shut up and let me explain what I mean.”
Dumpster God Draws The Line
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