Then God begat Pat Robertson. Pat Robertson, still slimy with God's fluids and quickly drying placenta, looked up to his Creator and asked: "What is this horrendous, misshapen world where fifteen year olds can be impregnated by accident, only to depregnate themselves with wire hangers and other implements of destruction?" God let out a long, healthy guffaw and smiled at his Son. "Why, dear Patty, so you can clean it up!" Pat considered this for a while and looked back up at the large, bearded white man. "So you want me to impregnate the fifteen year olds again?"