God is on a stepladder, changing the bulb. Satan is holding the ladder steady.

[SATAN]
So why are we changing a perfectly good bulb?

[GOD]
To save energy.

[SATAN]
Yes, but you’re God. Can’t you… [Satan waves his hand in the air. A potted plant appears suspended in the air]… sort of thing and just make more?

[GOD] [testily]
Yes I could just… [waves his hand in imitation of Satan. The potted plant blossoms into a myriad of blooms]… but that’s not the point, is it?

[SATAN]
Why not? What’s the point of being God if you can’t… [waves his hand again. The plant withers and dies]… every now and again?

[GOD]
Because I have to set an example, don’t I. Have you seen what they’ve done to my planet? If I just [waves his hand again. New shoots leap from the remains of the plant] whenever I feel like it, why should they make an effort?

[He climbs down from the ladder.]

There! An energy efficient bulb. Now they’ll be able to walk towards the light in an eco-friendly manner.

[There is a distant roar that grows in volume. A hells angel arrives on a motorcycle that is belching clouds of black smoke. The bike has obviously just been in an horrendous accident. God and Satan cough]

[GOD]
One of yours, I think.