This calls for another play. I've written a few of these and scattered them about. I intend at some point to cover most of the big events in the Bible, you know, just to ruffle God's feathers and assure my damnation. Nota: The play is a tad long, but on topic, and funny as hell, I might add.
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THE UNPERSONING OF TELEK; or, The Serpent
(A play in one scene)
Dramatis Personae:
God, Creator of the Universe (Lee J. Cobb, deceased, but revived for this role)
Telek, an angel (Dominations) (Ben Stiller)
Shenkel, an angel (Principalities) (Harpo Marx, deceased, but revived for this role)
Scene: God's office. His Ultimate Worthiness sits on a comfy cushioned swivel chair (something He will grant the world at a much later date but is now keeping to Himself in the mysterious council of His own Will). He is alone, except for Shenkel, the attendant angel on duty, who stands with wings furled to the right side of the big door. God is playing with a machine that looks like a laptop, but is in fact much more advanced. He eventually growls and closes it, clears His voice.
God: Shenkel, go and get Telek.
Shenkel goes out the door, and follows Telek in. Telek looks self-assured, even arrogant, and his face looks smug. He is dressed as a man-in-black, with black suit and mirrored sunglasses. Telek stops a few feet in front of the desk, which, naturally, is very large, ennabling God to look down on Telek.
God: (Irritated) Take off the ridiculous eyewear. I've told your department how many times those are for men, and not for a good while, or have I not?
Telek: (Removing sunglasses) Sorry, Lord, I...
God: Listen, I've got a job for you. It's a big job, nothing for beginners, which is why I picked you, Telek. I see you've been doing well. Got good marks in everything but pity. Shame that, but at the same time it's what I need for this job.
Telek: I...
God: (More irritated) Talk when I ask you something, Telek. I know you think I got eternity, so what does it matter you should take up my time, but there's a great deal you angels don't know. I could go on and on. But as for this job, it will require you on the one hand to serve me, which is good; but on the other you must become my enemy. That's the bad part, since already you know what happens to my enemies.
God pauses, as if waiting a response. He sees that Telek will say nothing until asked a question. God rolls His eyes.
God: I meant at that juncture that you should respond, but you didn't, which is good, but at the same time concerns me, because to do this job you will need to learn some chutzpah. Can you show me a little defiance, just a little, mind you, don't get too much carried away.
Telek: Um...Alright. I'm not too sure I want this job, Lord. Maybe you should...no, alright. You should pick som...
God: Good! But like I told you, don't go getting carried away. I haven't had breakfast yet. I like your mettle, Telek, and I can sense you're the angel for the job. Now here it is. I need for you to listen close, Telek. I see your thoughts wandering. Try to pay attention, as I haven't got all morning to explain this, and like I said, this is a big job, a real doozy. You might call it the Mother of all Jobs.
Telek: The mother of al...?
God: (Running out of patience) An expression, is all. They'll be saying it a lot, those people down there. They will love it. But let's move on. As you know so far there are two people, and only two, down there. Adam and Eve. Well, I need more people. And I set it up so there's only one way I get more people. I see your thoughts are wondering what is this? Let's just say those two young people have something you angels haven't got, and they need to use it to get the ball rolling. It's technical, but if you angels were ever to bother noticing such things besides how nice your wings look in the moonlight, you'd see that the ones that creep upon the earth have got the same thing, well, a lot of them, let's say. But none of this is important. All for you to know is that you need to talk to Eve and tell her to go ahead and eat the fruit I told them not to touch. Don't bother with Adam, because he's something of a putz and he's going to do whatever Eve wants him to do, on account of his...but nevermind about that...
Telek: Excuse me, Lor...
God: Listen, angel Know-it-All, I realize how it sounds, trust me, but I got it all worked out. You see Telek, they won't defy me without your help because quite frankly they are too naive, and as you know I can be somewhat off-putting. To you I look simple. To them, I don't look so simple. 
Telek: Couldn't you just tel...
God: If I told them to eat the fruit I told them already not to eat, surely I will look like a shlemiel will I not? No, don't answer. Just listen, Telek. Already you begin to annoy me, which is good! You annoy me nearly as much as that loudmouth, Satan. I can see your thoughts are wandering, as if there is some way out of this job. Well, don't think so much, because you're going to do the job. And I can see you're going to do it well, in an effort to please me, which unfortunately for you will be the case on one hand and on the other, not so much.
Telek begins to respond, but God waves His hand and the angel is instantly turned into a snake. A large one with legs and feet. Telek does not recognize the physical change immediately, but when he goes to speak, he realizes that his words are hissy and sibilant.
 
Telek: Holy moly... (He lifts one of his legs, stares at it, does the same with the other side) I'm hideoussss. She will be too ssscared to lissss...
God: She will listen, because I have already put a dream in the girl's head, and she will welcome you. Listen, just do the job. You talk Eve into eating the fruit, and you go away. Unfortunately for you the legs and feet will be removed once the job is finished, but you'll manage. Also you get to eat a lot. Oh, and I should mention, the name Telek is no longer your name. I will give it to some later on. Not a big problem for you, what with a name like that. (Frowns) Shenkel, show it out and make sure it does the job.
 
Shenkel opens the door and gestures for the Serpent to exit before him. Shenkel follows the Serpent out. God opens the laptop again, and says to Himself:
God: Now, back to this Hitchens. A goy and a smartypants on top of that, we have. (God rubs His chin, rolls back His eyes) Now what should We use as a title of that book he will write...let me see now...Ah! (Begins typing, a smile spreading across his face) Oy, will that one be in for it.
Curtain.