The cosmic bus screeched to a halt somewhere in the mesosphere, causing Dave to lurch forward and nearly knock out his newly-mortal teeth on the seat in front of him. The sparkly space dust driver turned to him with what Dave assumed was an apologetic look (it's hard to read facial expressions on a being made of glitter).

"Sorry, mate. This is as far as we go. Union rules, you know. Can't cross into the lower atmosphere without proper clearance."

Dave sighed, realizing that the universe seemed to have developed a wicked sense of humor at his expense. "Right. Thanks for the lift, I suppose. Any chance you could point me in the direction of... um, Zorg's mud hut?"

The driver chuckled, a sound like wind chimes in a cosmic breeze. "Sorry, pal. 'Zorg's mud hut' isn't exactly on our star maps. You're on your own from here."

And with that, Dave found himself unceremoniously ejected from the bus, tumbling through the Earth's atmosphere like a divine meteor. As he plummeted towards the ground, he couldn't help but reflect on the irony of his situation. He had created the laws of physics, and now here he was, at their mercy.

"Oh, for the love of... me!" Dave shouted as he hurtled earthward. "I don't suppose anyone down there fancies catching a falling god?"

As luck (or perhaps some residual divine intervention) would have it, Dave's descent was broken by a conveniently placed haystack. He emerged, spitting out straw and looking decidedly less majestic than he had at the start of his journey.

"Well," he muttered, plucking a particularly stubborn piece of hay from his hair, "that's one way to make an entrance."

Dave looked around, trying to get his bearings. He appeared to be in some sort of primitive agricultural settlement. Mud huts dotted the landscape, and people in animal skins were going about their daily business, pointedly ignoring the oddly-dressed man who had just fallen from the sky. Apparently, such occurrences weren't entirely uncommon in these parts.

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"Excuse me," Dave called out to a passing villager. "I'm looking for someone named Zorg. Curious fellow, prone to deep thoughts about omnipotence?"

The villager squinted at Dave, then pointed to a slightly larger mud hut on the outskirts of the settlement. "Ah, you mean Zorg the Thinker. He lives there. But be warned, stranger. His thoughts are... strange."

Dave couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, you have no idea."

As he approached Zorg's hut, Dave tried to compose himself. After all, it's not every day you meet the mortal who accidentally stripped you of your godhood. He raised his hand to knock, then paused. Did mud huts have doors? Before he could ponder this further, a voice called from inside.

"Come in! I've been expecting you."

Dave blinked in surprise. Perhaps Zorg had some latent psychic abilities? He ducked through the low entrance, his eyes adjusting to the dim interior. And there, sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, was Zorg.

He looked... well, not at all like what Dave had expected. Instead of some wizened old sage, Zorg appeared to be a young man, barely out of his teens, with a mop of unruly hair and a perpetually bemused expression.

"Ah, the fallen god arrives," Zorg said with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd be dropping by. Tea?"

Dave stood there, mouth agape, struggling to process the situation. Finally, he managed to sputter, "You... you knew I was coming? How? And more importantly, how did you know about... well, me?"

Zorg shrugged, pouring a steaming liquid that smelled vaguely of feet into two crude clay cups. "Oh, I didn't know specifically about you. But I figured someone would show up eventually. You think you're the first deity to lose their mojo over a paradox? Please. It's practically a rite of passage in the god business."

As Dave reluctantly accepted the cup of what he hoped was tea, he couldn't shake the feeling that this adventure was about to take yet another unexpected turn. And somewhere in the cosmos, the universe continued to chuckle at the divine comedy unfolding in a humble mud hut.