“An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to her and said, "Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger." The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, "What would you want to talk about?" "Oh, I don't know," said the atheist. "How about why there is no God, or Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?" as he smiled smugly. "Oh, wow. Mister, I think we're caught in one of those e-mail forwards my ignorant parents send out," the little girl said. The atheist blinked his eyes and seemed to be in some pain. "I think you may be right. I hate talking to strangers on airplanes and proselytizing is something I hate most of all." His face turned red and he scowled. "It's ok. We'll show them." "What do you suggest?" She held up the book she'd been reading. The atheist chuckled. "Yes, I think we will show them." And for the next hour and a half, they irritated the shit out of their fellow passengers by discussing the merits and potential flaws of Anton LaVey's *Satanic Bible*.”