[God is standing on a step ladder. Satan is holding it steady for Him. God is fiddling with a light fitting.]

[SATAN] How many angels does it take to change a light bulb?

[GOD] [confused] What?

[SATAN] A light bulb! How many angels does it take to change one.

[GOD] Angels don’t change light bulbs. Not this one anyway.

[SATAN] No, it’s a joke.

[GOD] You’re telling me it’s a joke. Here I am, Supreme Being of the universe, etc, and I have to change My own bloody light bulbs.

[SATAN] No, I’m telling you a joke. It’s funny. How many angels does it take to change a light bulb?

[God pauses for a moment in thought]

[GOD] No, sorry, I don’t get it. This isn’t one of your sex jokes, is it? I honestly fail to see what’s so funny about sex.

[SATAN] [sighs] No, you have to say, ‘I don’t know’.

[GOD] How can I say that? I’m omniscient. I’m known for it. What would people say if I went around saying, ‘I don’t know’?

[SATAN] For the purposes of this humorous repost, just pretend that you don’t know. How many angels does it take to change a light bulb?

[GOD] I don’t know. But they shouldn’t have to now. This new energy-saving bulb will last at least 6 millennia, and I’ll have sounded the last trump by then.

[God climbs down the ladder]

[SATAN] Two. One to change it and one to reflect its glory.

[GOD] [Deadpan] Oh yes, very funny, I’m sure.

[God flicks the switch, the lightbulb explodes and the stage is plunged into darkness]

[SATAN] [In the dark] OK, how many demons does it take to change a light bulb?

END