God leaves to Japan. Is surrounded by cool individuals and lives a happy life on Earth. every single lunatic is treated unsuccessfully by psychiatry. all psychiatrists say in unison: WE NEED PSYCHOANALYSIS FOR THESE CASES, THEY´RE SO SPECIAL. all crazies yell in unison: I´VE MURDERED MY FATHER. Nietzche (time traveler, here, also in asylum, ironically and sarcastic, as always) ends the tale: Ecce Homo.