"Well I'm at a loss, really."

"It won't do to have them keep believing this, but there's no way to stop it. At least, not at this point. It's really all just... if you'll excuse the expression... gone to hell in a handbasket."

"Who started this anyway?"

"One of your prehistoric anomalies apparently. Or Moses, depending on the book we're using today."

"MY prehistoric anomalies?? Just MINE?? Suddenly you don't want to lay claim to any part of creation?"

"Don't look at me. You did it in 6 and got to rest a day, I took 8 days, you did it better than me. You can have the credit."

"Good point."

"Of course, there's also the big heavenly fight of the angels with the 'fallen one' and all that nonsense."

"Ah, yes, that's the bit there. Who wrote that?"

"Uh, er, you did."

"We're back to that are we?? I did no such thing. I'm an omniscient all powerful deity with absolutely no time to drop in on one tiny planet to save their souls from their own version of eternal suffering."

"Well, then we're back to a prehistoric anomaly or Moses."

"Too late to take it up with Moses, I guess."

"You could just do another bloody path of destruction..."

"No no, that's the problem, not the solution!"