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You wanted me to do something, Dad?

Yeah, son. Go down to Earth and pop yourself out of a nice virgin.

Do a couple of parlour tricks, you know, cure the lepers, do that trick with the loaves and fishes, harp on peace and so on and piss off the Romans a little bit.

Confuse them with mumbo-jumbo and get yourself nailed to a cross, where you can die a horrible death of dehydration and exposure.

Any particular reason for all this work, Dad?

Does it matter? I'm your Dad, I made you out of nothing. I'll do whatever I want with you.