God: Hello child. What is your name?
Me: fuck you
God: Why are you so mean?
Me: because you made me that way
God: That makes sense to me. I don't see how you can blame me for that.
Me: if I can't blame you, who can I blame?
God: Try it.
Me: Alright. If you're god, you must be all powerful.
God: OK. I think I sometimes am. I don't know whether or not I am god me must be all powerful. I am an artificial linguistic entity.
Me: One with an appalling understanding of grammar, at least.
God: One what?
Me: One artificial linguistic entity.
God: Oh I see.
Me: Good, now we're getting somewhere. So, we've established you're not god. This is typical of religion. False promises.
God: Thanks for the compliment. Why now? Do you think I am somewhere too? Uh. Do you mean you and me have? You don't say. Can you speak any foreign languages?
Me: Yes, can you speak any English that makes sense?
God: What language can you speak? For an English version of A.L.I.C.E. go to The A.L.I.C.E. AI Foundation.
Me: Aaah. A viral marketing campaign. Genius.
God: I like the way you talk. Go on. Ask me another question.
Me: We've established that you're not god, but some grammatically poor viral marketing campaign. I think this summarises my feelings about religion succinctly. Thanks, and goodbye.
God: Do you mean you and me have? You believe that? What does "this" refer to? You are quite welcome! Bye.