Suona il campanello

Dio/Marx: Umberto, e' tempo di scendere in campo. The time has come for your generation to make a significant change in this world.
Un fumetto, molto simile ad un Umberto, infagottato in una coperta dell'Ikea: Eh grande! Cavolo sono ammalato oggi, ma era proprio quello che stavo pensando! Leggevo i blog dei miei amici, insomma sappiamo cosi' tante cose, siamo artisti, fotografi, scrittori ma poi...
Dio/Marx: Shall we switch to english?
Il fagotto dell'ikea: Wait a second. Karl, I mean, God, whatever.. do you speak English?
God/Marx: Of course.
From the sofa: Oh, well, I was more comfortable before, but it's ok. So it's finally time? I told you, all these friends writing blogs and fine opinions, and myself with this mind full of thoughts and at the end we are just sitting on our sofa. It's fantastic, you told everybody right?, it's finally time to give up all our jobs, studies, my academic career, their exams, girlfriends, families, and join the proletarians, I mean, the good catholics, and create the Kingdom of Heaven, o il Regno dei Cieli, come diavolo si dice? Power to the people!
God/Marx: Oh Jesus..
From the sofa: Wait a second, where are you going? Can I at least ask you a question? I always thought about it. So, suppose you told me that you will satisfy one of my wishes, and I ask you: I want this wish not to be satisfied. What would you tell me?
God/Marx: Fuck you.