More talking

Brooks: Hi, God.
God: Oh, jeez.
Brooks: What?
God: I need a break from you.
Brooks: Oh.
God: Why don’t you off to the woods and talk to trees, and then write a book about clouds, and follow that by living for a year in an ant farm.
Brooks: And then I can come back and hang out with you?
God: Maybe.
Brooks: Okay, God. You got it. I’m going. Bye! Good-bye! See you later! Too-da-loo! Adieu! Adios! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
God: Just go!