A story about... Overpopulation © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	DAMON	BRYCE	GREG & MARG
				MARG & GREG
			MARG	BRYCE & GREG
				GREG & BRYCE

"Could I call you back later?" He said. "I'm right in the middle of something."

"What? Is that any way to talk to your old friend?" the voice said. "We haven't seen each other for so, so long; let's get caught up a bit."

The Creator pulled the phone away from his ear and, hesitating a moment, pushed the END button. Anyway, time for that decree...

The phone rang again. He did his best to ignore it, but it continued to ring, and He found His hands shaking as He tried to work His wonders. Finally, He answered it again.

"I think we were disconnected," the voice at the other end droned. "Surely YOU wouldn't hang up on ME, after all WE'VE been through together."

"What do you want?" He asked, a little despairingly.

"Just to talk awhile," said the other. "Just to spend some time reminiscing about all the good times we've had, and the bad times. Just to talk about how great life is."

The Creator drew back from the phone again, and He was suddenly suspicious.

"You're trying to stall me, aren't you?" He said, suddenly angry.

"Now don't get all bent out of shape-" said the voice, just before getting cut off. The Creator threw the phone across the room, whereit smashed lightly against the wall. Infuriated, He turned back to His work, towards final Seal, and He made to break it.

At that moment, the door burst open inward. A dozen men in trenchcoats and dark glasses leapt in and surrounded Him in the space of two seconds (an eternity for the omnipotent, but he decided to allow it. Their tacky garb amused Him.) One of the men leaned down to unplug God's computer. Another stood directly in front of Him, weapon brought to bear on His forehead. "I hate it when you weasly techno-geeks think you can play God and get away with it. You're going to be put away for a long time, kiddo. Your buddy ratted you out. You won't lay eyes on another modem for as long as you live."

God thought to Himself as he was hustled out of the room in handcuffs, "Yes. Things had definitely gotten out of hand."