Gary:
Are you saying I'm God?
Margaret:
Technically, no. If God is a ten, a theoretical ultimate, that-which-no-greater-can-be-imagined, you're more of a nine.
Gary:
So what are you?
Margaret:
Humans are sevens. Monkeys are sixes.
Gary:
What are the eights?
Margaret:
Koalas. They're telepathic. Plus, they control the weather.
Margaret:
What's important is that you, you're the big cheese. El Supremo. You could destroy the world with a single thought.
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