Wot? That? That's a vestigial ... erm ... a vestigial ... Hey, look over there, it's the Flying Spaghetti Monster having a thumbwar with Cthulhu! *makes get away*
Vestigial? But it's still bleeding!
Now look here, me laddo, I didn't get where I am today without being able to recognise the bleeding stump of a four-winged angel thats had one ripped off in order to masquerade as a three-winged one when I see it!
It is a defaced angel, disabled, crippled if you will. When it joins the choir immortal it will be at the back with the ones that can't sing or have boils or facial ticks. It is, frankly, duff and I demand me money back!
<continuing your line>
Look, this is an ex-angel, it has ceased to be an angel, it has gone to meet its maker ... you! Probably to have a word about this fine print regarding wing removal at your sole discretion.
Allah sighed ... the breath of life ... and accidentally created yet another universe. He made a mental note TO QUIT DOING THAT and stuffed the universe under the carpet of the multiverse. There, humans would never notice it there.
He turned his attention back to the nay-sayer, whom he resolved to cast into the fires of gahannam ... if he ever managed to get the furnace started, when another disturbance presented itself. Muhammed.
Allah sighed again and shoved another universe under the rug. "What's it now, Muhammed ... I ain't giving you any more excuses to marry yet MORE women! Keep your dick in check for once!"
"It's not that, of most merciful."
To alleviate his stress, Allah tossed a busload of schoolchildren into a ravine somewhere and laughed heartily as their bodies got torn to shreds. "Huh? What did you say."
Muhammed gulped as he watched the few survivors perish in the subsequent ball of fire, "I said, 'most merciful'."
"Yes, yes," Allah waved his hand dismissively, causing a hurricane in Cuba ... well, they were athist anyway, why should he care, "what was the problem?"
"Well, you see, I had my people proofread Sura 36 and ..."
"Proofread?! I'm the infallible creator of the universe!" He eyed the multiverse and muttered 'universeS'.
"Yes, truly ... still, this verse here ..." Muhammed showed Allah
http://quran.com/36/36"So? What's wrong with it? Boy squirrell meets girl squirrell and they make lots of rotten little squirrells."
"Well, you see, there are plants ... and animals who reproduce asexually."
"Such as?!"
"Well, dandelions for one."
"Dandelions?!!!" Allah got ready to smite all the dandelions, but Vishnu stopped him.
"Oy, I like those!" Vishnu exclaimed, giving Allah the finger ... thrice.
"Well it's too late now to rework the whole damn thing, just distribute it 'as is'," Allah sighed another universe into existance.
Popcorn started emmenating from Allah's pants (the song, not actual roasted corn). Allah retrieved his Nokia and answered it.
"Good morning, sir, reality control here. I have a message from Stephen Hawkin for you, 'Could you please stop creating universes, we're the ones who have to keep track of em, you know.'"
Oops, mustn't piss of The Hawkin ... "Sorry!" he shouted down to one of the minds far greater than his.
"I'm going back to bed."
"Alone, I hope," muttered Muhammed under his breath, "I still remember what happened last time you took a 'virgin' with you."
