God: This game is not over.
Satan: Look at your boy. He is destroyed. He has walled himself off from his flock. The world is mine!
God: That world? Yes, it is yours. Despite our differences my Son has not forsaken Me. And he knows I have not forsaken him.
Satan: Your Finger has proved meaningless. My allies are prepared for the conflict.
God: Despite forsaking them as a whole my Son still recruits. He still makes sure my will is done.
Satan: Nonsense. I have murdered his love. He will never love again.
God: None can bear his pain is why he will isolate. We will kick this up a notch very soon. The real victory will be ours.
Satan: This has been an exercise in futility. He tells girls just a piece of the real truth and they begin to cry. My strategies and tactics cannot be defeated. I am not done yet.
God: If you think you can turn my Son against me go ahead and keep trying. I would be cautious about getting too close.
Satan: Thousand Oaks was just a taste of what is in store.
God: You got that right.