Kentucky DHS: "I beseech thee, O Lord, help us kill the evildoers who wish death upon Your Chosen People*, and while You're at it, can't You do something about those damn atheists (it's not like You get charged by the thunderbolt)?"
al Qaida: "May God (they may say something here about him being merciful, compassionate, or 97 other ways of not being a dick, being a dick is a matter of opinion when you're in the business of blowing people to bits) guide our swords to the necks of the the infidel swine who blaspheme you and your Prophet (peace be upon him) with every breath.
Me: God, please protect me from the people who are confident of your existence.
God: "Sandalphon! Put some coals on the hookah and bring me my jar of heavenly nugs. Its Sunday and between the Christians, Muslims, and Jews, I haven't been able to create more weed since Thursday. Damn humans always praying... I want a new car. I want the Cubs to win. I want you to kill my enemies slowly and painfully. I don't want to die. Sheesh... why can't they be more laid back. Do you guys have any idea how fucking hard it is to calculate the wavefunction of every particle in this universe? In your head? While listening to 6 billion humans and 100 million bottlenose dolphins bitching? About as hard as drinking through your pecker. At least the dolphins have something to bitch about. An Orca ate their Prophet. You morons gave yours so much lithium his kidneys shut down. One of these day's, I swear I'll change the energy density of the vacuum a little and see how you whiners like it...
Sandalphon: "Chill out dude, you've been on edge ever since that Inquisition thing. You need to mellow out. Here, smoke this. My own blend of sweet melon flavor, with a little bit of the stuff I got from Shiva at the last Heavenly Jams Band concert."
God: "Ahhh. Wait. I swear I'll start answering prayers, but I just need some music. Janis! Jimi! I killed you guys for a reason, didn't I? Oh yeah, and Sandalphon, I could eat a planet, can you go make me a ham sandwich."