Had I been there, I suspect he'd have only gotten about 1 - 1½ gulps in, because I would've been devouring with him. So much for "friendly."It was about then that my predatory, reptilian atheist mind wanted to simply lunge forward and devour the theologian in two or three gulps.
I have no idea why atheists even try to have "friendly" debates with believers anymore. I mean, sure, when you're among friends, you'll probably keep it friendly, but these "friendly" formal debates look like an exercise in frustration, without a little fire to liven things up. The theologian spouts vapid crap, the atheist politely shares reality, and everybody in the audience probably ends up feeling like poor dear George except those frightening folks who seem to have had the irritation centers burned out of their brains. You know the type. They're the ones who'll chirp, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!" when they've become a quadruple amputee in a horrific accident that also killed their family and their dog.
If you're not one of the latter, do go enjoy George's deconstruction of the blessed event.