God: (singing) People, people, people, I made you out of clay... Ho there, angels! Bow down before my latest creation!
Iblis: Hey! Fuck that, God! He's made out of *mud*!
God: WHAT?! INTO THE FIRE WITH YOU!
Iblis: Awww, Goddddd, can't you at least let me hang around until Judgement Day?
God: Well, okay.
(God transforms Iblis into a jinn.)
Shaytan: NOW I WILL SCREW OVER YOUR MUDMAN AND ALL HIS MUDDY DESCENDANTS. ...er, except your worshippers, obviously.
God: Stay away from my worshippers, bitch.
Shaytan: Not that there'll be that many of them, honestly, I mean, face the facts here, God.
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