“Have you seen my long spoon?”
“No, why do you need that bent old thing anyway? It’s caked in rust and falling apart”.
“I’m off to sup with the devil”.
“Ah, I understand, he who sups with the devil should use a long spoon”.
“But you are God, surely the lord of the universe doesn’t require a long spoon to protect himself from the prince of darkness?”
“You don’t understand. It’s a tradition. Without tradition where would we be?”
“But, with respect, you are the supreme being, can’t you create a new long spoon?”
“But I was extremely fond of the old one. Where can it be?”
“Perhaps the devil is using it to stir up trouble on earth”.
“That is a terrible joke and unworthy of an ark angel”.
“No, seriously sire your long spoon is ideally suited for stirring up humanity”.
“You may have a point. Really it isn’t good enough. Satan should be content with that fearsome pitch fawk of his but, no he has to go and steal my long spoon”.
“Excuse me sire, what is that you are sitting on?”
“Oh, its my long spoon, heaven be praised. Oh heavens I’ll have to apologise to Lucifer, fancy accusing him of stealing it like that”.
“Well sire I guess there has to be a first time for everything …”.