B:  Come on, guys, let's get a move on here.  I want to get home before the next Maha Yuga.

V:  I need a drink.

S:  You need six drinks.  Maybe then you'll pass out.

V:  Eat it.

B:  Seriously.  Let's just figure this out, it shouldn't be taking this long.  It's one lousy trimurti.

S:  Well, go ahead already, you're so smart.

B:  All right.  I'm going to be the Nathan.

V:  The what now?

S:  Do your homework, alkie.

B:  It's the Source.  The Creator.

V:  Wait, why do you  get to be the creator?  Just because you showed up earlier than anyone else?

S:  You snooze, you lose, blue-balls.

V:  Total rip.

B:  I rented the room.  I should get to be the creator.  Plus I have ten heads.

V:  I could have ten heads if I wanted to.

S:  Well, why don't you, then?

V:  I don't feel like it.

S:  Uh huh.

V:  I just don't.

S:  Sure.  Have another drink, why don't you.

V:  Why don't you have ten heads?

S:  I don't want ten heads!

V:  Well, neither do I!

S:  Fine!

V:  Fine!

B:  See, this is why I get to be the Nathan.  Now, who wants to be Thirumal, the Preserver, the Indwelling Life, the Operator?

V:  I'll do it!  What do I have to do?

B:  You get to hang out in the center of the world and keep the whole universe running smoothly.

S:  Ha ha, good luck with that, sucker! 

V:  What do you mean?

S:  Stuck in a little hot room all day.  No more gin for you! 

V:  Wait, I want take-backs.  Shiva should be the Preserver.  I'll take whatever's left.

S:  Hey, no way!  You already called Preserver.  I'll take, uh, what is left?

B:  Sivan.

S:  And what's that?

B:  The Transformer.  The Destroyer of Worlds.

S:  Fucking awesome!

V:  This really, really sucks. 

S:  When do I start?

B:  At the end of time.

V:  Oh, burn!

S:  Fuck.

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