you and your friends physically brute force a creator deity into not ruining everything. after punching it in the richard for the better part of an hour all your friends die, and you get super mad so you punch it super hard in the richard and its like "NO MY richard AAAAH" and all your friends are ok, because you punched god in the richard super hard
the case is closed. you all get drunk
it is the middle ages. you and your friends are all friends with what seems to be the judeo-christian god. some things happen and you, your friends and god all get drunk and god challenges you to a friendly richard-punching contest. the fight lasts about half a day. about 6 hours in you sober up and realize god doesn't have a richard and he's bamboozled you, so your wizard friend (still drunk, by the way) magics him up a richard that you then punch super hard
god acknowledges your creativity and bravado, and then disappears into the heavens for a little while to allow his richard wounds to heal. you remain friends
after a grueling and highly allegorical battle, you and your pals beat up a horrible subconciousness demon physically, through the use of handheld tools. some things happen and you become the subconcious equivalent of that one little dutch kid who plugged up a hole in a dyke with his finger (the stone kind, not the lady kind) but instead of water you're holding back more horrible subconciousness demons. you and your friends all freak out because they can't figure out how to get your finger out of the not-the-lady-kind-of-dyke and spend the next couple years angsting about how your finger is super stuck in that dyke and apparently starting their own avant-garde fashion lines
