I could imagine him sitting in a corner or a room, hugging himself and rocking gently forth and back, whispering to himself: "but I never said anything against gays. I never wanted people to force their religion on others. I never wanted people to fight in my name. All I wanted was people to be happy..."

An alien from Uranus? A Klingon.

God's going on strike? What's next, unionized angels? Sheesh, they should be happy with their daily mana and once a year new harp wages. The economy can't support higher wages, after all. Keep prayers cheap!

"Seven! Seven crappy sequels! Hah hah hah!"