Google won't let me into my protonmail account so if you need me I can still access gmail. How's this for a counter. Opens the same way with God on the phone.
God: Peter, get your goat-smelling ass in here.
A breathless Peter: Yes sir?
God: How in the hell did those two idiots get in here?
Peter: Well Sir, they had all the right paperwork, it even has your signature.
God: Don't you know a bad forgery when you see it? THose morons even spelled my name wrong... three fuckin letters and they got two of them wrong -- Gub, do I look like a Gub to you?
Peter: No Sir, but...
God: But what? You're stupider than they are, get the hell out you're fired.
Peter on his way by: Thanks alot assholes.
Us: High five dude, we're in. Do you think we can get his job???
Don't get in any hurry to beat me there!
RE: Revising and detailling "who wants my toys when i die?"