with strings attached

'I have done much, I have done all I can. I keep getting these lemons. Why me? I have tried my best. I am giving it all I can. Is there a God? What is he doing? I need help!'
And little Gaia held the puppet-man in a knees-bent position and brought puppet-Saviour on to the Puppet-stage.
"They think it is THEM who do it" She chuckled to herself.

By Order

I woke up from a nightmare and felt ill. There was a construction going on outside my room. The power drill worked ceaselessly. Hungry, and irritable, I opened door to a loud neighbour fighting with housekeeping staff.
I slammed the door and sat down.
'Why this chaos?' I asked Master.
He smiled.
"This" he said, pointing, " is Order."