"Lord, I have a problem!"
"What's the problem, Eve?"
"Lord, I know you've created me and have provided this beautiful garden and all
of these wonderful animals, and that hilarious comedy snake, but I'm just not happy."
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely.  And I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution.  I shall create a man for you."
"What's a 'man', Lord?"
"This man will be a flawed creature, with aggressive tendencies, an enormous ego
and an inability to empathize or listen to you properly. All in all, he'll give you a hard
time. But, he'll be bigger & faster & more muscular than you.  He'll be really good at
fighting and kicking a ball about & hunting fleet-footed ruminants, & not
altogether bad in the sack."
"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, well.  He's better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick. But, you
can have him on one condition."
"What's that, Lord?"
"You'll have to let him believe that I made him first."