God:  I own you like I own the caves
The Ocean:  Not a chance.  No comparison.
God:  I made you.  I could tame you.
The Ocean:  At one time, maybe.  But not now.
God:  I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
The Ocean:  I will spread myself like wings.  I am a billion tiny feathers.  You have no idea what’s happened to me.
God:  …
You have no idea what’s happenend to me either.