You've got your Justins who have all the back flipping dancers and stuff, and then you've got Lemar, and he totally moves you without having to do all of that, and he's gorgeous.
If the fans want me out, I'll put my hands up and leave. Like a proper man. I won't make excuses, I'll leave.
A god whose creation is so imperfect that he must be continually adjusting it to make it work properly seems to me a god of relatively low order, hardly worthy of any worship.