GOD: HAVE YOU SEEN MY GOOD SERVANT JOB? HE DOES ANYTHING I WANT.
DEVIL: YEAH, THAT'S BECAUSE YOU GIVE HIM STUFF. HE'S A HOE.
GOD: HEY, HE'D DO IT ANYWAY. HE LURVS ME.
DEVIL: OH YEAH? FIFTY BUCKS SAYS IF YOU CUT HIM OFF, HE'D TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF. LET ME HAVE HIM FOR AWHILE.
GOD: HAH! YOU'RE ON. KILL HIS ASS.
DEVIL: HEY, FUCK YOU AND YOUR SUCKER BET. HOW'S HE GONNA TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF IF HE'S DEAD?
GOD: OK, KEEP HIM ALIVE. HIS FAMILY TOO. YOU CAN FUCK EVERYTHING ELSE UP, THOUGH.
DEVIL: COOL.
GOD: BUY ME ANOTHER DRINK.
JOB: FUHHHHHK, EVERYTHINGS GONE TO SHIT, MY BULL BUTTRAPED THE CHICKENS AND EVERYTHING DIED. I HAVE BOILS TOO. I'M GONNA SIT HERE IN THE ASHES.
MRS. JOB: FUCK THAT NOISE. CURSE THAT DICKWEED SO YOU CAN DIE.
JOB: NO.
GOD: JOB'S WIFE CALLED ME A DICKWEED. WTF IS A DICKWEED? KILL THAT BITCH. KIDS TOO.
DEVIL: OK
GOD: BUY ME A DRINK
*JOB'S FAMILY DIES*
GOD: JOB STILL LIKES ME. PAY UP.
DEVIL: OK. HERE YA GO, YOU FUCKIN BUM.
GOD: NOW BUY ME A DRINK
JOB: HOW GREAT THOU ART
GOD: YOU'RE AWESOME, JOB. I'M GONNA GIVE YOU ALL NEW SHIT. TILL NEXT TIME.
It's in the BIBLE.
