God carefully took his gold-encrusted salt-shaker that he had personally filled with perfection and sprinkled it over each of his creations. When he got to the one that would be called Mariska Hargitay, the lid accidentally fell off and the entire contents of the salt-shaker poured over the one who would be called Mariska Hargitay.
"Oh well, I suppose she will just have to be perfect," God said to himself as he went off to refill his gold-encrusted salt-shaker.
And that she did, the one would be named Mariska Hargitay grew up to be perfect.
The end.