...Heh. You think so... It cannot be as stupid as the thing I am trying to avert, can it...
(Still looks pretty goddamn far from emaciated. It'd take the poor bastard inordinately long.)
.......
(Wheezes a bit, slowly growing more and more nervous-looking.)
...U-uhhhm... Sleep, slumber, somnolence stays solely substance for mortal men, a... a god as myself needs not... D-don't stare...
(Getting kind of sweaty a—... GOD?!)
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(Inhales and sits up a bit straighter.)
...I would like, more than anything, to return to an orphaned obligation to which I am no longer beholden, utilizing questionably-safe means, and forcibly interrupt the idyllic life of a happy, affluent human family that no longer requires my services and has almost certainly moved on from my sudden departure and made according adjustments, just—...Heh! Just waltz on in and thrust my unwelcome, wholly accessory presence into their faces, force them to stop everything and decide what to even do with me now that I have returned, this after my highly-probable replacement by another such, more useful construct that would actually meet their needs rather than leeching from them... This—... This is what I want.
...B–... beli—No! No, not—not so, nary a shred of sense in such statement, I... I am a god. I have the, uhhhhm... e-essence within—within myself, the divine soul...
(Wheezes, pawing his huge, fat hand at his shirt collar and fidgeting uncomfortably.)
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I doubt it. I wonder if I am, though...