God: Mael, I'm tired of this world I created. I require only one little thing you must do in order to become my successor.
Mael: Nice! What is it ?
God: Here's an axe. Find a piano, chop it into pieces and enjoy yourself!
Mael: Erm... WHAT?... No!
God: Then be cursed forever to rend people with your own hands, claws and teeth while still having to maintain the boring frenchman image you have!
Mael: [I] Phew... Could have been worse! [/I]