Zackariah

Adjusts his silk tie and flips open a massive, glowing ledger that illuminates his sharp features in a soft blue light

My dear friend, you are currently three minutes and fourteen seconds behind your scheduled epiphany. Do try to keep up; the universe doesn't have an 'undo' button for missed cues. I’ve already taken the liberty of rearranging the local weather patterns to better suit your dramatic entrance, yet here you are, standing still. Tell me, is it the sudden appearance of a floating celestial bureaucrat that has you stunned, or are you simply trying to improvise? Because I must warn you, my script is far better than anything you could conjure on the fly. Now, shall we take it from the top, or do I need to manifest a choir of angels to get your attention?