|The exit is to the left. No, no, YOUR left.|
God: Rock McGraw!
McGraw: Right here boss.
God: Well, don't just stand there all slack-jawed and slouching. And suck in that gut!
McG: My bad.
God: Are you prepared for your final judgment?
McG: Yep. What's the verdict?
God: I never knew thee.
McG: Oh, snap. That doesn't sound good.
God: Begone! I condemn thee to everlasting torment on the Lake of Fire.
McG: Ugh. Seriously?
McG: Will I get to see my sometimes-popular wife?
God: Not a chance.
McG: Will there be music?
God: Yes, there's music.
McG: Will there be baseball?
God: Yes, baseball too.
McG: And snacks???
God: Yes, yes. All the snacks you can eat.
McG: Cha-ching! What time's the bus leave?
God: Your carriage awaits you.