God, donned in a robe that glittered like a disco ball, raised an eyebrow at Dave. "You, my friend, are chosen to duel me and earn the title of the Dark King."
Dave, still chewing on his sandwich, managed a muffled, "Dark King? Seriously?"
God chuckled, "Indeed! But don't think it's going to be a walk in the park. I've got a wicked sense of humor, too."
And so, the divine duel began.