A close zoom of Brainley's phone, which has now been modified to include a small satellite dish.

Dobbsey: So, wait, let me get this straight. You're trying to call God?

Brainley: Yup!

Dobbsey: That makes even less sense than most of your plans. And that includes the inflatable squid sombrero.

Zoom out. Brainley is standing next to his phone. One arm has extended out of the phone to hold the receiver up, while the other is dialing using the number pad. Dobbsey looks on.

Brainley: That hat would've made millions! But this is better. Just think. With a direct line to God, I could corner the religious market!

Dobbsey: Assuming God exists. And has a phone line. And that anyone will believe you.

Brainley: Sshh, I'm dialing.

The phone's mechanical arm is holding the phone up to Brainley.

Operator (from the phone): We're sorry, but the universe is experiencing an unusually high call volume at this time. Please remain on the line. Your call will be answered in the order received.

Brainley (to Dobbsey): I'm on hold.