Bender: Malachi, what manner of deal is this with the chanting?
Malachi: They saw you save my son. Now everyone is praying for their own miracles.
Bender: Very well. What do they want?
Malachi: The people of that village pray for wealth.
Bender pulls out a Coolio coin and tosses it to the Shrimpkins, flattening several houses
Bender: Um, that was a practice miracle. Who's next?
Malachi: The farmers pray for sunlight so their barley might make a more refreshing beer for today's God on the go.
Bender: Very well. Let there be light. (He closes his eye visor, reflecting the rays of a star onto the farmers' fields. They cheer but the fields burst into flames and so do the farmers) I got it! I got it! (He blows the flames out and also blows several Shrimpkins off his body and into space) Um, when you're writing the Bible, you might want to omit that last miracle.