Happens all the time. Now, the question on everybody's lips, Caroline—and I do mean everybody, the cherubim are losing their little minds back there—is what, exactly, were you thinking about, in the half-second before you ate that rock?
CAROLINE
I plead the Fifth.
GOD
Caroline. Sweetheart. We're omniscient up here.
STUDIO AUDIENCE
Oooooh!
CAROLINE
This feels like a violation of my privacy.
GOD
You died horny, didn't you.
CAROLINE
I died with dignity*.*
GOD
You died thinking about the pectorals of a man who has literally killed people for a living.
CAROLINE
Okay, first of all, the pectorals were incidental. Second of all?—
GOD
Caroline.
CAROLINE
—I noticed them last?—
GOD
Caroline.
CAROLINE
—and only briefly?—
GOD
CAROLINE. Tell the people what you were thinking when your foot met that tree root.
A long, long silence. The audience leans in. A harp plays softly.
CAROLINE
(very small)
