Saint Peter: "Oh, oh, thank goodness. Heavenly father you're here. Can you- can you please help me with this situation here?"

God: Just slightly annoyed with Saint Peter, and doesn't want to be there

Sir Pentious: "How many times must I tell you, I refuse to leave from this spot? God has told me I cannot leave until you bring me my Egg Bois!"

Saint Peter: "I don't know what he means!" Flips through his book of names

God: "Hm, Saint Peter, have you found his Egg Bois? They are clearly people who died with him that were supposed to be here. He is most likely mentioned that they are his, um.."

Sir Pentious: "Minions, your God Venus."

God: "His minions. He has, I mean, he was evil once. Now he's rehabilitated, so they should be rehabilitated also. They died with him." Turns to Saint Peter and bends down "Have you found them, Saint Peter?"

Saint Peter: "No, your heavenly grace."

God: "Then I suggest for once, Saint Peter, instead of dancing and singing with muscular men and being a f^cking twink at the door. You do your me damn job!"

Saint Peter: "Right away, your heavenly grace..."