Feels like a lawsuit comin' up at the office...

Me: Dude, you're like, the son of the devil. Damn it man, just send me the freaking report willya!
Girl: You use such heavy words...
Me: (pointing to a boy) But look at the shape of his head, and look at the crappy stuff's he's sending me. And tell me guy's not the son of the devil!
Girl: We're all God's children here...
Me: Well, yeah, only that guy's like the son of some Sumerian pagan deity or something. Like those earth-mother archetype statues and stuff. All he's missing are the hooves and the horns and the pitchfork thing, too.
Girl: I don't feel very comfortable when you say things like that.
Me: Hey, what can I do. This is the iron age and we're legion. Wanna see us spinning our head around?