"God," you say, without a hint of sarcasm, "I'm sorry. I love you. Thank you so much for this opportunity to consequencelessly test out the cause and effect of our infinite reality."
"You are forgiven." The voice booms and bellows yet echoes meaningless and shallow off the edges of your perceived reality.
"Huh?" you ask the narrator.
"Never mind, just some irrelevant exposition, I should stick to the plot, sorry. I love you so deeply, and just want to see you succeed in your eventual endeavours. So you want to buy you some Earth Angels eh? Let's get serious and explore some of the infinite possibilities of this amazing and expanding reality."
"Shit ya! Lay it on me!" You shout enthusiastically.
"Okay! CHOICES!"