"As his central air system, set to maintain an internal temperature of sixty-eight degrees, drew on generator power and sent a final burst of air thr… - Jim Carrey

"As his central air system, set to maintain an internal temperature of sixty-eight degrees, drew on generator power and sent a final burst of air through the house, whipping the shattered home into a proper inferno, Carrey began to barter with the cosmos for salvation.
He'd repent, he swore. He'd renounce all earthly delights. If it was fun, he'd avoid it. He'd change his name to Francis, or Simon Peter. And if the cosmos wanted to throw in some special power or skill, like healing the sick or talking to birds, something to distinguish him from others in this new field of endeavor (and also maybe a small group of followers, nothing huge, but dedicated followers), well, all that would be appreciated.
Unnecessary, but appreciated.
"Save me," he prayed, cowering. "Please.