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!
This is a particularly good strategy, because we know (the biblical) God will take bets (see: the story of Job), or at least, he has taken one.