The phone rang.
Celestia looked down at the phone in confusion. "Since when did we have a phone?"
Deciding not to dwell on that, Celestia used her magical magic to pick up the phone. She paused for a moment, then answered it.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other line was loud and soft at the same time. It was rough and soothing, calm and angry.
"Celestia," the voice said in a commanding yet submissive way. "This is God."
Celestia stared blankly at the wall, then told God "No habla Inglés, señor."
She then hung up the phone rather quickly.
"That was close," he murmured to herself, taking a sip of tea.
"Wait a sec, I wasn't drinking tea before—"
The tea-cup bomb detonated, and there were no survivors.
why am I here?
What have i witnessed???
2570210>>2570248
Both of you quite down and enjoy the show
2570269 I know! Some of us are trying to watch the story, so pipe down or I'll whup both of you with a moldy bagel.
Take it.