“Lord! Mankind is building a tower to Heaven - what should we do?”

“Don’t worry little angel. There’s a glass ceiling.”

The unfinished tower has just broken through a thick fluffy layer of cloud. One of the construction workers looks up, points and screams.

Turns out there really is a glass ceiling - and God prefers to go commando. The sky is filled with the vision of a cosmically huge pair of hairy balls.

Cue mass panic, gibberish, jumping off the tower, etc.



