>> *Zeruel goes to heaven and finds the controls to Perfect World and
>starts
>> fiddeling with them; he messes with the time (making Disaster ultra slow
>and
>> his computer ultra fast and makes stuff repeat), messes with the gravity
>(youre
>> gonna have to catch that drink if you wanna drink it!), and finally
>fills the
>> world up with hentai and horny teenagers (the sound 'fapfapfapfap' can
>be heard
>> ALL through the day AND night!)*
>>
>> now THAT is cruel and unusual punishment!
>>
>> know this: God's computer controls EVERY reality, even 'perfect' world
>and the
>> only way for you to be able tamper with it is to DIE and go to heaven
>(and if
>> you commit suicide you wont go to heaven)
>
>Aside from the fact that I world die if I ever lived in that world and
>thus be able to go to heaven and screw with things, God's computer does
>not control the perfect world. I don't know how many times I have
>explained this to everyone, but it's been enough that I should not have to
>explain it here again. The Perfect world is perfect and fits the owner and
>is thus controlled by the needs and wants of the owner. If it is ever
>fiddled with from an outside source it is no longer perfect and hence must
>have been merely a copy of the real perfect world because the perfect
>world is perfect not perfect up until it is not perfect, that would not be
>perfect. The concept of perfect is static and unmoving yet it's very
>definition allows for flexibility according to predefined parameters that
>do not leave room enough for you to interfere in whatever manner you may
>dream up.
>
>Live with it, the perfect world is perfect and totally beyond your reach.
>Thus.....
>
>*Disaster watches amused as Zureul goes crazy on a duplicate world of his
>perfect reality.*


*Zeruel takes the information and creates his own perfect world, complete with
hentai and clones of all the females in Evangelion, including Rei*

*has various Gundams guarding the perfect world he has created*

---
Zeruel, who uses the fingers of his giant robot to squash people. Frankly I
think it's st-*SMISH*