"And it came to be the time that the creator had to be forsaken by his creation; he knew his time well and even had it marked on it calendar, right after Thursday bingo. He waited patiently at his desk by the door with the lights off, writing. As he sat, a soft reverent knock came from the door.
"Aha, I was wondering when you'd show up. I don't suppose..."
NO. YOU'RE WORSE THAN RINCEWIND, MY FRIEND.
"Well... I suppose it's time, then. Not even one more book?"
YOU SAID THAT THE LAST FOUR TIMES. NO ONE LIVES FOREVER, HMM?
And with that... the creator joined the created.
IT'S NOT SO BAD, YOU KNOW.
I HEAR THEY HAVE CATS.
"That'll be nice, then..."