Creationism

How are you today, lord?
What's up, archangel?
It's about your people, lord.
Which people?
On Earth, lord. Remember it?
Yes. I was still experimenting with the creation thing back then.
Right. Well, it is becoming evident that the humans' time there is about up.
You think?
Yes. They've over-populated and stripped the planet with never-ending short-sighted greed.
Too bad for them. I gave them brains. Let them fix it.
But they can't agree on anything, lord.
Then they'll end up in the toilet, won't they?
What do you think about providing a little guidance?
Oh, ok. You can send a few messengers. Carry my word.
What should they tell humankind?
Just this: wise up or die. How's that?
Simple. Direct. Will they understand?
You mess with my trees, my lakes and rivers, watch your butt.
Yes, lord.
I am no supreme being to be fooled with, no way.
Of course, lord.
And only idiots crap in the bed in which they sleep. Now go. I'm busy working on a little 4th dimension thing.
Oh?
Yeah, they're gonna love it on Arcturus.
They will sing your praises, I'm sure.
Whatever. But those idiot humans? You tell them: they break it, they own it.
Yes lord.