Christ, what sort of leader do you take our great and powerful, all knowing god for?
He’s way ahead of this game, dude. It’s all under control. The game thinks it can fool him with twelve extra, nearly-identical bootlegs of his friends? Don’t make him laugh, and then retch, and then expel part of his mid-evening grubloaf.
done and done. He sorted the trash already and still has time for a scuttle.