If you get deeply offended by the simple mention of the Lord in a comedy sketch, please don't go any further. So warning: slightly sacrilegious!
The Lord looked disappointedly into his large, crystal globe. Within it sat an absolute image of the universe where he watched his creations admirably. He was marked by a stern disappointed frown for that day he realized none of his creations were as beautiful as he had desired, nor as unique as he had wished for.
Suddenly God's blessed cherub fluttered into the room and asked upon the Lord, "What's wrong my dear Lord," said the cherub.
God turned to his marvelous cherub with a slight smirk, "Alas there is no creation beautiful enough to catch my eye," responded the Lord of heaven and earth.
"Aren't you planning to make any fascinating creations in the future, your highness?"
"Why, of course," responded the Lord, "But it is not yet Drew Barrymore's time to come into existence nor is it Jessica Simpson's."
The cherub giggled abruptly, "You are the almighty Lord. If you desire a certain creation, you have the power to make one. What is it you wish for then?"
"A handsome man fit for any century," responded the Lord, "A man that would catch any maiden's eye, and create jealousy on a room full of men."
The cherub nodded, "Then it is my duty to go out and find such features to make one," said the cherub obediently.
The Lord's eyes grew wide in joy as he sent out his cherub to find the most admirable features of earth. When the cherub returned it held out a scroll to the Lord, "Here stands the List of Perfection," the cherub confirmed with a polit bow.
The Lord skimmed the list. A deep, confused echo blasted through the room as he talked, "Smoldering brown eyes… incredible puckering lips… lustful cheekbones? Are you clear we are trying to make a man, my cherub?"
"I am aware, your highness, and I swear that the man will be a God," responded the cherub.
The Lord nodded trustfully and made the blend. Then the Lord said, "Let there be Crane," and so there was.
