The night before Christmas

God: It’s the night before Christmas. Aren’t you going to ask me for all the presents that you want tomorrow?

Brooks: I kind of really don’t want any presents this year.

God: When you say, “Kind of really,” does that mean you really do, but you don’t want me to think you’re all materialistic and greedy?

Brooks: Well, if you’re going to ask and answer all the questions, what’s the point of my even being here?

God: Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?

Brooks: I guess.

God: I got you an early present. Do you want to see? I think you’re gonna like it.

Brooks: What is it?

God: Really?

Brooks: Well, yeah, I mean, yeah, now I do.