Poor Noah.
Re-incarnated, and then having to build another Ark all over again.
No progress in his ascension to better, higher things.
Such a waste.
Moreover, his old Ark (what’s left of it) still lies on Mt Ararat somewhere (or so they say).
All the work he’d put into that one when God last decided to unleash a ‘Tower of Babel Moment’ upon this earth, all those moons ago.

Ah well, look on the bright side.
Noah can take off his tool belt, work boots, safety glasses and earplugs, de-register his shell company NoahArcII that he had specifically set up for the project (to avoid any future liabilities), lay off his refugee labour force and go and enjoy that sunshine.
Yeah baby!
They say he’s quite a handy surfer, learned that 15,000 years ago, launching himself off the Ark, catching the next big wave. Always accompanied by his loyal DodoMoa bird. Unfortunately, one day the bird didn’t come back, leaving the only other specimen lonely on the Ark, unable to pro-create.
The doves took notice.

“retired transgender surgeon and medical ethicist, Dr. Ray Balzoff
”
If that doesn’t get you, nothing will.