God conjured up a banana peel, strategically placing it in front of Dave. But Dave, being the master of slapstick, slipped and turned it into an impromptu breakdance routine. The heavenly audience erupted in laughter.
God scratched his beard, impressed, "Not bad, mortal. But can you handle this?"
In an instant, a swarm of rubber chickens descended from the heavens. Dave, undeterred, used them as juggling props while cracking chicken-related puns.