On one hand, Wash is really goddamn tired of overpowered cosmic otherworldly entities waltzing in and fucking things up for everybody.

Then again, Wash is also really good at pissing people off. Might as well play to his strengths.

"Got it," he murmurs, then raises his voice. "Is that what you're bragging about? 'I blew shit up five thousand years ago, but I haven't done anything since!' You're a cosmic has-been. No wonder God's moved on to making better things."