The world will end tomorrow unless you can convince God to spare us. Could we be a new race of warriors that due his bidding or are we fundamentally good and worthy mercy? Take what ever stance you want you silver tongued devil.
Brian is at a table talking with Karl. Brian notices God eavesdropping on their conversation from the next table over.
Brian: Hey Karl, did you hear God is going to end the world tomorrow?
Karl: Of course I did. It's all I've been thinking about. Why do you think he's doing it?
Brian: I honestly think he has to. I don't think he is powerful enough to stop it.
Karl: But I thought he was (makes air-quotations with his fingers) "all-powerful."
Brian: Yeah, he's done a great job of fostering that image about himself. Nah, I don't buy it.... an "all-powerful," (exaggerated air-quotes this time) God wouldn't let us all die.
Karl: I suppose you're right.
Brian: Hell yes I'm right. In fact, if God were here right now I'd say it to his face, "God, I bet you the beer in my hand you can't spare humanity."
With that, God walks over to Brian and snags the beer from his hand.
God: It's done. Humanity has another millennia, but the beer is mine. Take that sucka!