just stop Sam;
“Your fate was always yours to make.”
It’s God’s favorite punchline—and hell, the joke was pretty good too, if he does say so himself. (And he does. It’s getting him to shut up about it that’s the hard part.)
But sometimes the wires get crossed. You know how it is. The pun flops, the meaning gets lost in translation. Sometimes you have to repeat the joke for the listener to really get it, and then it’s not all that funny anymore. Man. That happens to God all the time.
Then again, sometimes, if God’s really unlucky, someone overhears the joke, on the train, at a party, wherever. Usually it’s some asshole God barely even knows. And he steals it. Says he came up with it. Tells it to all his friends. You know how it is. The thief’s utterly shameless. Worst of all, he usually tells it even better than God did in the first place.
But God’s not bitter.
Even God will admit he can still be surprised. And even God will laugh when somebody else tells His joke.
Because, God thinks, it really is that funny.