"You are our God's Chosen One," the robed figures said.
"Er... Which god?"
The robed figures shuffled their feet and looked around.
"Our God is a minor water deity. Of the pond in the park."
"Oh. And the chosen one would?"
"Lead the Cleansing."
"Of rubbish. From the pond."
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