"Listen up, a-holes," God intones. "Nobody's got a direct line to a good time. None of you know what I'm thinking, none of you know what I'm doing, and certainly you bungmonkeys have no idea who I like and don't like, approve of and disapprove of. Judging by the amount of charred decor around here, I think it's safe to say you've made me a little bit testy. So quit claiming yourself to have My ear, or else get used to hearing 'President Michael Moore', GOT IT???"