And The Creator turned to the next group.

“What shall we be Lord?”

“YOU SHALL BE THE CLEANERS. RATS, FLIES, CARRION EATERS.”

“Will we be loved and respected by the children of men, Lord?”

“NO. YOU SHALL BE LOATHED AND FEARED, HUNTED AND EXTERMINATED.”

The spirits’ spirits dropped.

“Will the work we do be of no value to your greatest creations, then, Lord?”

“THE WORK YOU DO WILL BE OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. WITHOUT YOU, THEIR LIVES WOULD BE UNBEARABLE. THEY WOULD BE WALLOWING IN STINKING DECAY AND CORRUPTION, WITHOUT YOUR SERVICES”.

“Why will they try to destroy us, then, Lord.”

“THEY WILL BE ARROGANT AND IGNORANT. THEY WILL FAIL TO UNDERSTAND YOUR IMPORTANCE. THEY WILL BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE THE PINNACLE OF CREATION AND FREE TO DESTROY THE REST.”

“Excuse our impertinence, Lord, but might we enquire, why they are your favourites?”

“WHO TOLD YOU THAT THEY ARE MY FAVOURITES?”

“They did?”

“ALREADY THEY FANTASIZE AND LIE.”

“Who are your favourites, then, Lord?”

“THE BEETLES. OF COURSE!”