"This shitty story feels like a museum." Mister Cosmo Spacely complained from his headquarters watching the stocks for sprockets go up and down and all rolling around at the speed of sound.
Arceus couldn't help but laugh. "Well it might be but honestly that's just schemes and scams. This place might not be much now, but in the future oh you can bet it will really shine!"
Cosmo Spacely squinted his eyes. "And just how do you know?"
"I've already seen it. I'm a God, duh." Arceus said calmly with a smug attitude.
"Oh, point taken." Cosmo mumbled while playing around with his mustache. "Can this chapter end already please? Or am I gonna have to yell for JETSON-"
"Yes Mr. Spacely sir?" George Jetson stuttered while floundering about, much to the conflicting moods of the office.