"God damn, this shit is boring! Jesus, ain't there something you can do?" Rufus looks over to a bearded man.
"I suppose, I just thought this group would be more exciting. At least as exciting as when we made the cast of American Gladiators kill each other."
"No you didn't, you knew it would be like just like this, boring and unexciting. You know everything."
"That's true." Jesus, The Metatron, and Rufus share a laugh.
"Well, it looks as if we'll have to add a bit of flare to the fight."
"Hell yeah, now that's what I'm talkn' bout! This fight needs some flare."
"Sure, but what? Some lions?" Jesus looks around for help.
"I don't know, lions are little out dated. Besides, we'd be mocked by Azrael if we sent something as uninspired as lions."
"Azrael, I hope his ass dies soon." Rufus says with hatred.
"Speaking of Azrael, let's ask the Muse if she has any ideas." Jesus' eyes widen.
"Why bother? You already know what you're going to do and you have more divine inspiration than the Muse could ever hope for."
"I know, but I surrounded myself with people so I would never have to do anything."
"I see," Metatron looks around, "Peter, could you grab the Muse for us?"
"Sure thing."
The Muse enters the room and greets the on-looking faces with a smile. "So, you need some help then?"
"Yes, we'd like to know what to send down to make our little death match a touch more interesting." Metatron explains.
"I see. How about the-the Golgothan."
"The Golgothan! Muse, you still got the touch."
Jesus picks up a walkie-talkie, "This Jesus to dispatch. Send in the Golgothan. Repeat, send in the Golgothan."
"Copy that Jesus, sending in the Golgothan."