God needed to leave someone he could trust in charge while away on vacation. So he created a robot god, and being in a hurry he didn’t realize that if there are two omnipotent beings, singularity becomes an impermeable duality. None the wiser, God made his new robot god and split for Cabo San Lucas for the weekend.
On Saturday after getting drunk in awful tourist trap God found himself in an amateur wresting match on the other side of the tracks, pitted against a massive luchador called El Poopo. El Poopo’s finishing move was called ‘Aplastar!’ it involved El Poopo whipping his opponent into the turnbuckle and then launching his four hundred pounds into them. No one usually got hurt because the turnbuckle was padded. Little did anyone realize that young Raoul Huerta, the 9 year old janitor at the gym, used the padding for a little bed and had forgot to put it back. So, God hit the turn buckle full force and got his bell rung when El Poopo launched into him.
After that no one was sure what happened. Some say God wandered off to Belize and started a peyote cult, others say he ended up in Tijuana, a drunkard in the street, sometimes turning himself into an eagle for a couple of pesos. I heard he went back to heaven but they wouldn’t let him in.
All this time, the new robot god and old true god, arguing over the price of a bottle of tequila.
