Last words

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Jason made the screen vanish as Annabelle's first blow landed. "So you see, I will answer prayers, but only when I wish to. Now, are there any questions?"

"Yes, Lord Jason," said a bubbly brunette in the fourth row who had been a respected war reporter, "when will you send us to that hotel room? I wanna get my brains fucked out!"

"In time," chuckled God. "Soon. Now, are there any other questions?"

"I have one," said the Bolivian sitting next to Kira. "Lord Jason, will the prices on your singles and albums remain the same as they were before?"

"They will not. Due to the necessarily increased demand, all prices for my work shall increase tenfold, effective immediately. This does not absolve anyone of their responsibility to purchase and listen to my music, of course. Are there any other questions?"

Silence reigned in the room for a few minutes, until Kira felt an irresistible pressure to stand. "Thank you, Lord Jason. May we be sheltered in your infinite benevolence." She realized that she would be saying that at the end of every press conference for the rest of her life--which, for all she knew, might well be forever.

"Then I will dismiss you to your room. Your real work begins tomorrow," said Jason, and Kira found her surroundings changed. She was wearing clothes again--extremely skimpy lingerie which she knew she would lose in short order. She crawled over the huge bed toward an Ethiopian woman and, tearing off her clothes, invited her into a quickly-accepted sixty-nine.