In the beginning… things didn't quite go like they did in Genesis. There was a bit more bureaucracy, interviews, and pure luck going on than the writers of the Bible let on. Let's be honest, Earth is not in prime galactic real estate, and there weren't many applicants for the job of being Earth's God. The hiring committee couldn't make up their minds, and then at the last minute, one of the hiring managers bet the job in a game of poker. And lost. The job went to the winner's lazy son, Bob (hey, that's God's name!), and the committee hired the only serious candidate, middle-aged and middle-managed Mr. B, as an assistant. Sounds like a match made in heaven, right? Like, literally. Not according to Mr. B. He's bummed that he didn't get the job and not too excited to start working with Bob. (We can't blame him.) All he can do is hope that it'll turn out okay in the end. We wouldn't hold our breath.