Out with the old, in with the new I guess.
The more I look at this comic, the more I like it. Seriously, make sure you look at the stuff happening in the background of Izak Smells comics, because Izak and Becky put some real golden touches there.
A roomful of gods (including God) are standing around with drinks, bitching about the year in the time honoured tradition of Christmas parties. Perhaps an angel or more exotic minion is handing out hors d'oeuvres.
“Man, remember the days when you couldn’t turn around without tripping over a worshipper?”
“Yeah. Those were good times.”
“I’m doing just fine.”
The gods turn to see an odd-looking newcomer in their midst.
“And you’re the god of what, exactly?”
A man is sitting on the toilet with a slightly guilty but ultimately content and happy expression on his face.
The dialogue text carries on from the second into the third panel.
“Butt-warmed toilet seats.”