Brainley is still on the phone.

Narrator: Still on hold with the universe...

Brainley: Finally, it's ringing!

McMoosington (over the phone): Hello, McMoosington speaking.

Cut to shot of McMoosington holding a phone.

Brainley (over the phone): McMoosington? You're God?

McMoosington: I am?

Brainley: No, that can't be right. What are you doing at God's desk?

McMoosington: I...don't know.

Brainley: Well, for heaven's sake, don't touch anything.

McMoosington: Oookay.