[ WP ] A pizza delivery boy is unwittingly sent to God 's apartment .

The warm boxes were starting to make his hands sweat as he climbed the stairs, the old building creaking from years of use. 
 
 `` Last stop, lets hope porn doesnt lie to us eh?'' He said to himself, just before knocking on the large wooden door. 
 
 `` One moment.'' Said a deep but gentle voice on the otherside. 
 
 the door opened a moment later, a frail looking old man in the opening, a dark suit making it seem as though he just gave a eulogy. `` Yes my son?'' He asked, the same voice seeming odd in his state. 
 
 `` Yes, I have an order for two peperoni pizzas for a John Yahweh, is thst you?'' 
 
 the old man smiles, opening the door more. `` Yes, and I'm surprised you got the name right, most dont.'' 
 
 The delivery boy smiles modestly. `` My parents felt it was appropriate for me to learn Hebrew, to introduce me to older culture.'' 
 
 `` Ah, I bet that wasnt very fun for you.'' The old man smiles at him. `` Would you mind placing them on my table?'' 
 
 `` Of course sir.'' He responds, walking inside the grand apartment. `` Wow.'' 
 
 Inside was a large white expanse, a table, empty fish tank, and marble statues of old gods from various areas. 
 
 `` Just over there if you would.'' Said the man at his side, the door now gone, faded into the wall. 
 
 he sat the boxes down, dumbfounded by what could only be a dream. `` Is this a joke?'' 
 
 `` What makes you say that?'' He responded, placing a pair of plates next to each chair beside the table. 
 
 `` Well, apartments arent usually so... big.'' 
 
 `` No, I suppose not. I got a good deal.'' He opened the box and placed a slice of pizza on each plate. `` Please join me.'' 
 
 The delivery boy sat down unconsciously staring at the statues. `` What exactly is this place?'' He asked, the carved features of Mars glaring at him. 
 
 `` This would be my home.'' 
 
 `` But, theres nothing here.'' 
 
 `` It does need some redecorating. `` the old man tapped the table lightly, suddenly a large forest surrounded them, trees and chirping birds around them as a bright sun shone through the humid air. 
 
 `` What the-'' 
 
 `` Please dont finish that sentence. `` he interupted, taking a bite of the gooey pizza. 
 
 `` S-sorry, but how did you do that?'' He asked, a Robin landing on the table next to him. 
 
 `` Just an old party trick. By the way young man, what is your name?'' 
 
 `` J-James Connor sir.'' 
 
 `` A good name.'' The man smiled as the Robin began to tweet. `` Tell me James, what would you do if you met god?'' 
 
 `` I dont know, I suppose id ask whst the meaning of life was.'' James answered. 
 
 `` And what if he told you there was no meaning?'' 
 
 `` Life has to have a meaning.'' He barely contained a scoff, still unable to piece things together. 
 
 `` Hmm, you have a point.'' He placed another slice on his plate as the Robin flew away. `` But what if life's meaning was your choice? What if it was up to you to decide your fate and why you should live?'' 
 
 James glanced around the room, and noticed the fish tank was now full of water, but no fish. `` I dont know, it seems a bit cheap, live to live?'' 
 
 The man chuckled. `` Yes, almost like when a parent tries to explain why santa brings you presents.'' 
 
 `` Listen, I'm not trying to be rude, but I think this is just a dream, and if so I should probably wake up, ive got things I need to do.'' 
 
 `` A dream? Well I suppose I should n't keep you.'' The man stood up the forest already gone, leaving the room white and empty as before. `` But James, learn from this dream, your life is unique, and its up to you to make it better.'' He smiled as James walked to the now forming door. 
 
 James grabbed the handle, turning back to see a brilliant fish with a rainbow of impossible colors along its scales, the old man smiling at him. 
 
 `` What?'' Snapped a gruff voice. 
 
 James realized he was staring at a man in a dirty shirt, the pizzas warm in his hand again. 
 

