“Cosmos drew himself to his full height. His cavernous chest swelled and his wings and various other appendages spread open, encompassing all the land and the rain-filled skies. “Henceforth,” he boomed, “you shall call me your Omniarch, or Creator, or Lord. Maybe God. Lord Omniarch sounds best. But don’t call me Jehovah or I’ll drop a mountain on your head. I’m not joking.” “Fair enough,” said Terry, quickly adding, “Lord Omniarch,” when Cosmos growled. “And you shall spread word of my names – except Jehovah – to everyone! And to the dust shall you shout my names; yea, to the trees, also. And the mountains shall ring with the echo of my names, and the beasts of the ground and of the air and rivers and seas shall hear of me, and, though they will not comprehend, they will yet grovel under my might.” “Why,” said Terry, “if you don’t want me to say it, do you keep mentioning the name Jeh–” HumourGenesisParodySatire Comic FantasyBiblical Retellilng Book:When Gods Awaken Source: When Gods Awaken