"So, how do you recreate a universe from the ground up?" Mick asked. "I've never done anything that big."
"I find that hard to believe," Pro said, cocking an eyebrow like only THE Prometheus can cock and eyebrow.
"For real. I made an amusement park in the back yard once. That's about the biggest thing I've created out of nothing."
"Well, let's see..." Pro stood on top of his seat to get a better look at the empty canvas in front of him. "It usually begins with a bang..."
"Yeah, I'm not farting again. I get the feeling the next one may come with a little icky surprise..."
"Your ability to convey disturbing mental images remains unparalleled..."
"Why thank you!"
"...Thankfully, a gas release of the other kind should suffice."
"Oh, I'm great at those!" Mick stood up, swallowed, and inflated his chest. "Ok," he began, mantaining his akward posture, "what do you want me to say...?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Just tell me something to say... Trust me, you'll love this trick..."
"Um..." Pro scratched his baldness.
" Hurry up... I can't hold it for long..." Mick began shaking, as Pro shrugged. Mick opened his mouth, and let out a deep, gutural sound. It was a burp, yet at the same time it seemed to say 'HELLO, PRO!'.
Suddenly, a sea of changing colors and undefined shapes filled their surroundings. Raw reality, fresh from the oven, ready to be molded. Faces, objects, places and landscapes constantly took form and disappeared in an instant.
In front of this impressive view, Pro turned to Mick. "That's a good start, but... 'Hello, pro'?"
"Yeah, it's no 'let there be light'... Gimme a break, I only had a couple of seconds to come up with something."
