“God enjoys watching sex?” Judy asked. I am god.”
“Why do you look like Santa Claus?”
“I can look like anything, I am omnipotent, I can do anything.”
Mitch looked around, “Omnipotent…right.” Mitch was looking around for something. Indian porn Sam was sitting in his chair, paranoid of everything, in just underwear. He has three days worth of beard and mustache. They watch it and all they see is the work that went into it and think of the decisions and cuts and additions and on and on. Judy was pulled to the open window. “So, what’s your name?” Mitch asked. Mitch started floating again, still in the bus, still visible. Some create positive. Sarah felt a caress on the inside of her thigh. Suddenly Mitch is sitting in the passenger seat…naked. “Hi, Judy,” Sam said quietly. “Give me a minute would ya”
“How about now?” Mitch asked, instantly appearing right next to her. She urgently looked under her desk and all around. Mitch flips on the shower, and turns back around to start brushing his teeth. Call me…Maximus”
“So Russell, is it fair to say that you aren’t a creative person?’
“Well, I’m not a person, but the creative part you’re right.”
“Seems Ironic,” Mitch said. “For what?” Judy asked. A few seconds later he is shot at high speed back down, screaming.
