Dear God,

I have been going back and forth about you and how I feel about you for the past few years or so. There is nothing that points out you're there. We see terrible things everywhere; making me doubt your intentions and existence more and more everyday. I'm almost sure that even if you exist you have no interest in any direct intervention of any sort in our lives and our existence. But if you stop this sure-to-be failure of a sequel from being made then I will be a servant so loyal, Gabriel will boil with jealousy.

Doubtfully, CC