One night I woke up and saw the Hand© of God© hovering over my bed. He© was mashing his index finger and Thumb© together, simulating the squashing of my head. Puzzled, I asked:

"God©, why do you do this?"

To which he responded:

"Will, My Son©, to tell you The Truth©, I just do it because it makes me feel powerul."

Taking into account the fact that He© was God©, I nodded my approval and turned over to try to go back to sleep.