Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Major Congrats to you, God Louise! Great to see that you still remember all us little people now that you up there! Of course I must know, has success changed your life? More importantly, who's gonna get to be the President of your fan club?

All in good time, child, all in good time. After today's hanging chad thing or whatever it was, I don't even want to think about presidents of any sort. Let's put all that behind us.

DJ Altair, keep that sweet music coming!

How about a polka?

Sure, man, polka it is!

Is your mortal friend going to come in and take any credit for successfully lifting her God up and over the shoulders of the rest of the deities in the firement? She too needs a celebration for her hard work, though we realise that the eternal glory is all yours.

Oh, and please excuse my lack of pants, they were just stolen by Onyx of Borg, who took them in place of my wallet.
I'm sure all of you don't mind if I hang free during the party...

Your pants have been assimilated. *BURP*

Were they tasty?

Oh good, you're still here! I had to go to work, but I'm through with that nonsense for tonight.

Dogh'd, a bottle of your finest champagne, please. Pour yourself a glass while you're at it.
(Who else would like some?)

Ooh bubbbbly! Make mine a chocolate!

Chocolate? How crude. I'll have mine cookie-dough flavored, if you don't mind, Dogh'd. Cheers!

Thanks, God -- I've been waiting my whole life to be dipped!

Of course, few besides a major deity could manage dipping a 6'2" 200lb man without tipping over themselves.