Looking out the window

God: Watcha’ up to?
Brooks: Just sitting and looking out the window.
God: Would you like to hang out? I’ll take you on psychedelic trip through all 57 Universes.
Brooks: No, I like sitting here.
God: What if we shared a never ending bowl of chocolate marshmallow ice cream?
Brooks: No, thanks.
God: What if I let you be me for a day?
Brooks: I’d rather not.
God: Can I look out the window with you then?
Brooks: Sure.