[WP] God walks into his office at 4:30AM for a emergency 4:45am appointment. As he sits down with his morning Starbucks, St. Peter calls from the front desk saying his appointment is here—early. As God strolls down the steps to the Gate of Heaven, he catches the eyes of his patient. Stan Lee.

My face flushed the moment I saw those aviator shades; that unmistakable smile.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was in the presence of royalty. A creator of universes, just like me. But at least his universes are interesting. Puts me to shame. I was so nervous my hand caused earthquakes as I extended it to shake his.

"Mr. Lee. It's so nice to meet you, sir."

He stowed away his shades and smiled into my soul. "It's nice to meet you too, young man."

"Older than you can imagine."

"Is this what I think it is?" Stan's eyes lit up in amazement. They all do, expecting clouds and gold.

"Yes, sir. You've made it."

He shed a tear, and before I could predict, I was already wrapped in his warm embrace.

"Are you..?"

"Yes."

"I hope I could make you proud."

"More than you can imagine." I paused for a moment, tightening my collar.

"There's only one problem, Mr. Lee."

"Oh?"

I felt like such an idiot. I don't know how this could slip through the cracks, and I can't possibly fix it now.

"You aren't supposed to be here yet."

I felt awful.

"You were the one. Humanity's last hope."

"Oh, well... You want me to go back?"

"It's too late now."

"Oh I'm sure someone else'll come along." He smiled, like an angel, and I immediately felt like everything will be okay. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

"You're going to fit in perfect here."

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