Richard simply walked through the door. . . "God? God what? Are you trying to cuss or something?" Dick asked. "I'm not a deity, if that's what you're saying. If I was a god, I would make a world where I could give whupping cough to Republicans and Democrats, and permanent strep throat to cheaters, micro penis and hypogonadism to rapists, and AIDs to the Westboro Baptist Church." Richard stated humorously, trying to make light of the situation. "As it stands, I would rather not be Human, that's for damn sure. Are you entirely serious when you call us deities?"