It had been a long time since he had a personal meeting with Big G. He was wondering what the ocasion was. As he drifted aimlessly through the darkness that embodied Big G's realm, he reflected on anything bad he might have done lately. There was that one planet that he caused to explode on accident, killing three horses and a bundle of monkeys. Extremely unfortunate, but considering the number of people he had killed along the way, about 12 animals was no big deal.

IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU GOT HERE! a voice boomed out through the realm. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR EONS.

"Oh bullshit. You invited me less than ten minutes ago. So...what's the big occasion?"

OH. RIGHT. WELL, UM, TIME WORKS DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU AND ME. YOU SEE, A MINUTE TO YOU IS...

"Oh come on, I don't need this speech again. How many times have I had to listen to this?"

FAIR ENOUGH. REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME WE MET HERE AND YOU INSINUATED THAT I NEVER INVITED YOU UP FOR PIE? WELL, HERE WE ARE! PIE!

In front of Zeke appeared numorous pies, ranging from chocolate to apple to cherry to key-lime. Immediately scarfing in to the chocolate pie that was unfortunate enough to drift close to him, he began wondering what the cause for celebration was. Of course, he didn't care enough to stop eating to ask.

Once the pie was finished, he turned towards the floating blue visage of Big G. "So, um...what's the big occasion?"

A chuckle echoed throughout the area. WHY ZEKE, IT'S MY SON'S BIRTHDAY!

Zeke smirked. He had met Big G's son a few times. Nice guy. Very solemn. Kinda boring... "Oh yeah! How old is the little whipper-snapper!"

OH, HE'S A RIPE YOUNG AGE OF TWO THOUSAND AND SIX. I REMEMBER BACK WHEN HE WAS ONLY 600. SO FULL OF LIFE AND SPIRIT...

"Um...didn't he cease being 'full of life' around his thirties?" Even though Big G had no face to speak for, he could feel himself being glared at by the mighty diety. "Um...my bad..."

NO, NO, IT'S OK. STUPID ROMANS. BUT AS ALWAYS, HE WILL LIVE FOREVER! WITH ME HERE AT HOME!

With a small *poof*, his son appeared. "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me!" His long hair and beard gave of a suspicious aura of a hippie, but he knew the man had done some good back in the day.

"Well, J-Man, let's eat some pie!"

"Damn straight, G!"

DAMMIT, DON'T CALL ME THAT...