MAN completed his list and then spent the next few days naming different parts of water. The entries were bland, at best, as water's single-most definition is ‘wet’. However, the final entry on Man's report concerning water is what interested the technical angels looking over him the most. It read: “Blue, wet part with shimmering naked crazy chick waving back at me.” The always-alert technical angels rushed Man's report to BOB. They were not only concerned about Man’s mental well being, but also for his safety. Occasional delusions were not uncommon in the world of BOB, as the Great God himself was often prone to dementia. But if one saw naked women beckoning one into the deep end of the pool, well, something would just have to be done!
When given this information, BOB suspected that Man might be growing bored, as well as slightly obsessive. But what to do? It took three bottles of Cabernet, four pints of McEwans and two tumblers of whiskey before BOB came upon a brilliant idea – Woman! BOB then slipped into the garden under darkness and hit Man over the head. With Man conveniently unconscious, BOB liberated a dishpan from some unknown source and placed it on the ground. He undid his zipper and let loose his all mighty love instrument, then he urinated upon the dishpan. Thus, Woman was born!
“Your name is Candi,” BOB said unto Woman. “Do nifty things and make Man feel good.”
“What about me?” Candi asked.
BOB paused, glanced sideways at Candi, and asked “What about you?”
“What makes me feel good, O Creator?”
BOB smiled, “You won’t have to worry about that for thousands of years.”Candi smiled, “Well, that’s a relief...right? I...I’m not...”
“No more questions!” BOB snapped his fingers and looked away, his arms raised in the air. “Gotta go!”
And with that, BOB left.
In the days that followed, Candi and Man - who became known as Dick - enjoyed yoghurt baths and had 492 children (not all at once, of course, and Candi was the only one who actually had them).
Then, one day, Candi was walking across the garden when she found herself standing before the Tree of Eternal Haemorrhaging. She looked up and beheld a great serpent with colours of blue and gold. The shimmering beauty of this serpent entranced her.
“Hey, babe!” cried out the serpent. “I'm the Evil Bishop!”