Refreshed after a day off on Sunday, God went back to work. On the eighth day he created poliomyelitis, smallpox, bubonic plague, influenza, acne, halitosis and Total Amelia syndrome. He worked in a frenzy, the ideas poured out for hours.
On the ninth day he created volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, mudslides and droughts. Again, he was inspired and elaborated his new inventions for hours.
On the tenth day he populated the firmament with a sprinkling of asteroids, meteors and comets, millions of them on random paths, and that gave him the biggest laugh of all. He felt that if he laughed while creating them, others would too when they saw them coming.
On the tenth day he thought, I'm becoming a bit too predictable, let's dig a bit deeper and he invented schizophrenia, paranoia, clinical depression and narcolepsy. It will add weight to the whole scene - sombre, off-beat, violet coloured interludes.
On the eleventh day, he thought, "Follow that!" And then he thought, "It's still a little too obvious. The trick is to go from bad to worse, to be cruel to your characters." Let me think about it.
On the twelfth day, he spied on the people and saw with dismay how they looked at each other with love. That was not in the plan. For a while he was stumped.
Then he woke up in the middle of the night of the thirteenth day and he wrote it down on a post-it note. "Death."