The devil and god were squabbling.
Unable to decide what the most precious thing was.
They summoned the greatest thief ever - Z.
Z was ordered to steal it.
What 'it' was, wasn't specified.
Whatever was chosen and stolen by Z would be worthy.
Z stood in front of the two ancients and pondered.
Just as the immortals were beginning to lose patience (typical of those for whom time doesn't mean anything), Z nodded slowly, smiled and left...
Came back empty-handed.
The devil and god were not amused.
They asked, in no uncertain terms, what the heck Z was playing at.
The reply stunned them into silence.
"I stole a kiss".
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