A dwarf, and elf, a human and a hobbit
talk religion in a bar.

Human: I didn’t even know you Hobbits had gods.

Hobbit: I’m sure I haven’t heard of one of our own. We have heroes and all. But we like the Elvish ones. They’re all so noble and beautiful. Such a good example, really. They seem Right, don’t you think?

Human: this was a mistake – you should never talk religion with an elf. What you get is three hours of epic poetry before you realize they’re talking about their own literal family.

Elf: You honor us too greatly. We all serve Ardis…

Dwarf: And some of us have served much, much longer than others. Am I not right? Hah? Seniority!

Elf: Indeed. Now, you Dwarves love all the gods, do you not? The more there are, the greater the honor then to your own.

Dwarf: Truly! It’s the men, you see! They have so many thousands of gods, Krohll knows, they add to his labors immeasurably. With their fighting and loving and borning and dying you can’t keep track of man’s gods any more than you can men. Anyway, we dwarves have work enough serving just the one god. Krohll is busy!

Elf: I suppose our kin don't get along so well because the dwarves are so busy helping Krohll that they don't see the error of digging the heart out of Ardis to do it. I don't see any of Krohll's great labors aiding her, or the Eldest! 

Dwarf: Ah, and you lot are the great lords and guardians of all Ardis, are you? You get to say what and where I might put a spade to?

Hobbit: Now wait, fellows. Um. Did I not tell you the time mine nuncle’s gran fell into the mill stream? It were just thorty year ago…

Human wizard propping up the corner of the bar: Any sufficiently researched god is indistingui HIC shable from magic.

Cue: Great Big Fight