Yahweh sat at the Bang slot machine all day. They had to kick him out at closing. He was back the next day, and stayed to closing. He returned every day of the week.
"Cherry. Cherry. Bar."
"Protein. Lipid. Protein."
"Gas. Gas. Gas. Jupiter? I don't need another of these."
He tried until the Manager took pity on him. He pulled him aside at 1:00 A.M. on Sunday and offered him a tiny white, blue and green planet.
"The white bits are gaseous water. It's essential to the integrity of the bauble. You have no idea how many quarters you'd have to sink into that thing to get one, and even the meanest waitresses don’t want to see you try. We kind of pity you."
"I don't need your pity."
"You're down on your luck. The best you got were your quarters back on Tuesday."
"Most of them," he muttered.
"So take this. Please. On the house. It comes with a moon on the key chain."
"Just one moon?"
"Just the one. If you don't want it, though..."
"No, I'll take it." Yahweh snatched it from the Manager's hand and grumbled, "I'll make it work. It's a start."
"I'm sure you'll try. Have a good weekend," said the Manager, before He showed Yahweh to the door.
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