Seek assistance.

"Uh huh," Mark said distractedly, and Karen's heart sank. A perfectly normal response.

Karen had burst into her husband's office to find him pounding his boss. Cynthia (or Cindy?) was panting, clearly not used to this sort of activity. Mark gave her a sickeningly normal smile.

"What do you mean, 'Uh huh'?" she demanded. Why would he say something so normal when she burst into his office like a lunatic? "That's all you have to say?"

After an awkward pause, Mark's boss (Sandy?) grunted impatiently. "More," she said and he began to thrust again. Karen was aghast that she and Mark were perfectly synchronized in their bizarre act of complete normalcy. Mark grunted and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Show us... your tits," he commanded as he rode his employer. It was hard to hear him over her manic groans and grunts. Karen took off her shirt and unclasped her bra, trying desperately to think of a request her husband would never agree to, a statement he'd never agree with.

As Mark reached out to grab her left tit, she wrecked her brain for something completely implausible.

"Uhm, let's see... I'm God Almighty, creator of earth and heaven, omnipotent ruler of all."

Both froze where they were and shut their eyes. Mark slowly, delicately pulled himself to her in a firm embrace. A soft, barely perceptible murmur came from both of their throats. Watching their lips move robotically, Karen tried to discern what they were incanting. It sounded like "gottipen" or "God Ti Pen". She stared at them, dumbfounded. It was like there was nothing strange about what she was saying. They just kept squeezing their eyes shut, manically mouthing that strange phrase. Ordinary worship, as though she'd just commented on the weather.

"Ugh, guys, chill, you can just talk to me like I'm a person. I know it's weird-"

They suddenly stood and sat on either side of her, smiling with relief. Something shifted a little, a little, just a little in her mind and she continued.

"-to, I mean, sorry, not weird at all to, um. To do? To do. Yeah, yeah. Yeah."

Her mind felt echoey, just a little, like a big echoey cave full of people she couldn't see just a little or even number. The echoes bounced just a little but so much, it could have been one echoey voice or a dozen. "It's weird? Just a little? It's definitely w-weird. I mean, but, it's normal though. It's normal because of course you're doing it like everything else you do, which is why I thought it would be funny to say it's normal. I mean weird! I made a weird joke and you're acting like it's normal!"

"I think we're getting away with it," Cindy (Cynthia?) whispered slyly to Mark. "I mean, I know she's omnipotent and we were fully formed in her mind eons before our planet came into existence, but she's not acting weird at all."

"I don't know," Mark said with a shrug. "I was picturing Alanis Morissette in Dogma. But I see what you mean. She's not even reacting to this conversation."

Karen was watching them intently, looking for any slip, twitch, or tremor. A mild quaver in the voice, a panicked eye darting aside for just a split second. Just a little tell. But no, they were just discussing whether or not she knew they cheated on her. They were like fucking pod people.

"This is boring," the Mark-thing said suddenly. "Both of you get naked."

Not a moment of hesitation before what's-her-name had her top off, Karen observed as she dropped trou. Perfectly fucking normal.