Short story by Daniel Cubias.
Again, God was ruled out of order, but this time he refused to be quiet.
“Don’t give me that shit!” he bellowed. “We all know this is personal. You are all jealous that I’ve created such a smooth machine while most of yours sputter along in the void. You just want some halfwit God who will kowtow to you.”
Before God could be ushered out for his unruly behavior, the chair appealed for calm. The board murmured among themselves as God stewed in self-righteous anger, which was one of his most frequent moods.
