Quaker

On the top of old Mount Baker stood a bald and bearded Quaker. Prayed to God and stated loudly and with arrogance quite proudly that your prayer reaches Heaven usually before eleven, that's when God has his Wild Turkey to wash down Oberto's Jerky. If you want, the Quaker stated that your prayer is debated by the gods without postponement showing clearly your atonement it is best to climb a mountain, which can be a trusted fountain, plus, a bonus if the timing has been right and all your climbing means you really jump the queue, says the Quaker: Lucky you.