I’d wake up and say “God says that he’s pissed that you keep doing dangerous stuff, and expecting Him to pull your sorry asses out of the fire. He says it ends now, and you’re on your own. If you pass out in the hot summer sun, you’re going to die, and your constant annoyances mean that your place in heaven is not secure. He’s not real thrilled about have to live in close proximity, whee you’ll be dropping by every day for coffee. He thinks Satan ought be able to settle y’all down a bit. Just something to think about…oh yeah, Sweetie? We’re over. Bye!”