Woe to me, I kneweth I ought to do something. Now, which angel was supposeth to remind me, 28 years ago? Ah, yes. Poor kind Joaliel, archangel of economics, always hath a weak spot for future nutty burger flippers. I really shanth punish him for not reminding me to taketh away this FGM supporters nut(s) before the birth, right after the third moon turn. Nah...
As for thou, Clown, I would hath never done that. I have angels to do the dirty work for me. One little word to my old friend Luci, and one testicular cancer is on the way.
P.S. Thee thing that still angers me from time to time: thee peasants couldn't even get my sex right while writing "the Book". Heavens forbid that thee women taketh all the credit for the whole nature. For that, I repaid the woman with potential for multiple orgasms, longer lifespan and ability to produce life but thee just hath to ruin it. Thee just hath to.
I still remember thee scene. I hath been trying for ages to explain "how thee button works?", "why thee blood gets out of this hole each moon turn?" and "why thee woman should be respected?" but thee just won't get it. So they forgot all about it and inserted lies in "the Book" instead. After that, I hath never messed with the world of mortals. I would still whisper to Luci, from time to time, but the world is running on it's own for quite a long time time now.
P.S. 2nd. Try to explain how big is 4,5 billions years to bunch of dummies, and you'll get the idea. For some reason, the closest to their understanding was 6000 years. Imagine my frustration. I inputeth 4.5 billions a dozen times and output hath always been 6 thousands. And don't even let me start with chronology, especially in "genesis". I tried to tell them "Genetics, genetics, it's the damn genetics" and thee always heard "Genesis, genesis"... Tsk, tsk, tsk.