So Mrs. Sparklie couldn't look at her husband, but He comfortingly said, "Remember Time, Remember HOXYGEN...a little mistake a long time ago. You were my little SENTINEL, remember? No MATTER what, absolute trust and LOVE."
"I get it, God, Sir, THE EVIL had to be captured. MY GOD, they're CRIMINALS and TRAITORS and committed EVERY CRIME IN THE BOOK! Yes, SIR, God, Sir," she said, saluting the American Flag.
"But God, Sir, what do I do about a husband? You're REALLY in a different DIMENSION! Don't I get 3-D, too?"
And God said, 'ANYTHING YOU WANT, DREAM, MANEUVEUR, RELATIVATE, CONCOCT...ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST SAY TO THEM 'FUCK YOU,' SOME MAN WILL GET THE MESSAGE. JUST BE A NICE GIRL." Then God said, "He has a surprise in store, don't worry about it," and sat on her couch, working on Blueprints for what He wants for the Future. "Besides, I dig porn."
"But God, Sir, What about my Project Time Travel?"
"Don't worry about it," God said, "But from now on use the ceiling fans, not your personal propeller. No more MASTERbating....Masters like fish."