Heaven, 1 BC
Gabriel: My Lord, I hate to be the bearer of ill tidings, but your approval rating slipped again this past century. It's time we started thinking outside of the box if we want to turn this thing around.
God: All right, I'll just pop off and firebomb some more homosexuals, then?
Gabriel: I think a more delicate approach is called for at this time. Part of the problem is your current image as a vengeful God. Sure, you could kill off a few thousand sodomites
now and it might make you feel better, but I have a plan that should have people worrying about what to do with their d

ks for millenia to come.
God: Really...?
Gabriel: Yes. [pulls out thick binder] It's all written down here, but I'll give you an overview. You go down to earth, as a human. We'll start with a spectacular birth, from a virgin...
God: Virgins can't give birth, Gabriel.
Gabriel: Which is why the plan works so well. Those humans simply love believing rubbish, the more fanciful the better. Anyway, you're born, you grow up, spend a few years glad-handing and spreading "the good news," die, come back, and ascend to Heaven. That'll wow 'em.
God: The "good news"?
Gabriel: yes. Essentially, you push all the fire and brimstone stuff until after they're dead. Instead of burning live sinners, you burn the dead ones, but give them a free pass if they believe in you. Your "death," will be a sacrifice for all their sins. You'll be a hero!
God: But I'm the one that'll be burning them anyway. It's kind of a game of silly buggers, isn't it? Won't they get that?
Gabriel: As one of their famous leaders will say one day: "You can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time." It's the latter demographic we're after.
God: I see. [Leafs through the binder] Ummmm... Gabe?
Gabriel: Yes, Lord?
God: What's this bit here about the nails and the whips and the spears?
Gabriel: Ah, the Crucifixion. That's your crowning [ahem] achievement. Immense suffering for all humanity. But it's all over in a weekend, so nothing to worry about there.
God: Couldn't I just go in my sleep?
Gabriel: "God dies in sleep, comes back two days later" just doesn't work. There's no drama. There's no blood. It's a sacrifice; there must be blood.
God: Why?
Gabriel: Your rules. I told you to take the vegetables.
God: Well, if it must be done, it must, but do
I have to do it?
Gabriel: Well, it would help if you tossed out some miracles during your stay, keep the faithful enthralled. Yes, I think we need a deity.
God: Hold on. [hollering] Jesus!
Jesus [offstage]: Yeah, Dad?
God: Come here a sec. [to Gabriel]: All right, get everything ready.
Gabriel: Already contacted the virgin, Lord.