That's gotta be it, right there. I see Elvis, Jesus and Bigfoot hanging out with the aliens behind the trash dumpster down at the Stop 'N Rob... drinking Jim Beam and eating day old donuts, poppin' pills and polishing up the Probulator... but nobody believes me. They think I'm drinking unicorn piss and huffin' rainbow farts, but I prayed for rain last week, and look... it's raining out! Haven't had much luck with prayin' for a cure for cancer, so little children won't have to die a miserable death... but hey, I'm probably just not prayin' hard enough, right?
You run with that theory, Bubba. If it sounds right to you, in your head, then it must be right.