Brainley and Dobbsey are talking.

Dobbsey: Hey, what happened to your God-o-phone?

Brainley: Eh? Oh, that. Shelved it. It all works fine, but I think maybe some wires got crossed on God's end.

Dobbsey: That's surprising. so if McMoosington is getting God's phone calls....

Cut to a shot of a spiral galaxy.

God (as a disembodied voice with shiny text): Hello, God speaking.

God: What? No, I would not like to renew my subscription to Pudding Watchers' Weekly.

God: No, not even the tapioca specia-- look, why are you calling me? I'm not even a subscriber.

God: Well, are you sure you dialled the right number?