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

Family was SUCH a pain in the ass. "Hey there sis. How's the weather! Hot enough for you!" Yes, He was omnipotent, but somehow still helpless before the power of a bad joke. He had been chortling about the platypus for millenia. And He couldn't resist teasing her about how her favorite hobby had decided she lived trapped in fiery torment at the middle of the planet somewhere. The connection was staticy. It always was. He just figured she liked it that way, having developed the contraption in the first place. "Don't tell me you have a new idea for this breeding problem. Sexually transmitted diseases went over like a lead balloon. So much for the 'ultimate marketing plan for abstinence'."

"Now, now," she chided airily. "That would have worked, if you'd allowed me to make the symptoms a little more graphic. Nothing cools the male ego more than images of certain appendages falling off."

"Do you have anything significant to say, or is this just a friendly call?"

He was always a little put off by her ideas for doing things. She hadn't wanted a flood, either, but rather a horde of gigantic, man-eating crocodiles, which somehow or other didn't seem particularly divine.

"I simply called to wish you luck with your next divine decree. The way your track record has been going, I'm sure this next idea will be a doozy."

He hung up on her, and wrung His hands irritably. The nerve of that woman! Such sarcasm, and on a Sunday! Hadn't he decreed long, long ago to keep the Sabbath holy?