God is pacing in his office, deep in thought. On the wall behind him hangs a map of the world with different colors and flags pinned to it. On a table in front of him lays a model of a battlefield, with angels and demons arranged as toy soldiers.

Gabriel, trumpet in hand, huddles with Dotty outside the door.

"Relax," he smirks, and presses his horn to his lips.

TOOT!

Startled by the blast, God jumps and presses his hand to his heart.

"Jesus!" God yells.

"No, God, it’s me, Gabe. Jesus has the day off for his birthday," Gabriel says, entering the office.

God exhales. "Yes, Gabe, what is it?"

"So, you know how much we've been struggling lately."

"Yes, yes, years of bloody stalemate with the devil! He brings plague, I bring medicine, he brings overcrowding, I bring sanitation, he brings drug resistance, and we’re back to where we started! And now this Trump thing..."

"That’s why I’m here, God."

"You have a new idea?" God asks, his eyes as big as saucers as he rubs his eager hands together.

"Yes. I want you to meet somebody," Gabriel replies, and beckons to Dotty.