“Father, is everything alright?”

“Oh, I was just reminiscing how much easier things were in the old days. When I talked to someone back then, they listened. And when they went out and told other people, the other people believed them without question. Now, whenever I try to talk someone, they end up in a mental hospital. Either they think they’re going crazy or everybody else thinks they’re crazy.”

The Son laughed. “Yeah, and in the old days people didn’t think I put my image on tacos. What were you thinking when you designed these humans?”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at a time.”