"I could see a play about someone coming to terms with giving up Iaozrael but I don't think I'd make it funny. I think for a comedy on this topic I'd have the protagonist be someone whose instincts toward Good were stifled, but pop up at inconvenient times until one day no times are inconvenient any more. You could do a running joke where they keep starting a sentence and having to swerve in the middle, in each direction..."

"Yes, that'd be a good way to do it - I've got to go, I've got my last committee of the day. I'll come by your church tomorrow, with a version of my speech that won't give anyone who's doing their best any terrible headaches?"

"I look forward to it! Have a good committee!"