"Dude, slow down time or somethin' so I can finish my eyeshadow!" Pickles said, still sauntering out to the door to let God in, despite his bitching. "Oh hey. God. Sup." He said with a chuckle, reaching up on tiptoes to ruffle God's hair. "Short hair is effin' short. C'mon in, I'll be right out, almost done." He bounded back into the bathroom. Amusingly enough, the two hour primping routine wasn't just a new thing. He'd been doing this for a couple years now.
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