You begin to think that sucking it up will start to make her think you're some kind of retard, so you just try to ask naturally. "Yeah, I play Everquest with him" you reply.
Suddenly, the great god Bmao stumbled down the stairs, his hair messy, his glasses skewed. Upon seeing you, he wiped them off and put them back on, unable to believe what he was saying. You suddenly realize that God is that same, shy kid who pretended to be a dragoner. Yet you had assumed that his true form would be some sort of old, bearded man instead of a teenager around your age.
"Gil...what are you doing here?" he gasps, his arms shaking with irritation. "Brian? ARe you sure you know this guy?" his mom says, giving him those leering eyes.
"Yeah, of course I know him..." Bmao replies bitterly. Without saying a word, he takes you upstairs to his room.
He enters and slams the door. "So you're god!!" you cry, hardly able to believe such an incorrigious physical vessel could be him. You feel more confident now that you figured out that God was just a slit-eyed kid with glasses.
"Duh, I thought you would've figured it out after all the time I spent in your world" he replies, rolling his eyes. Yes, this is that same arrogant SOB you knew in Draconia
"Geez Gil, now mom's gonna think I'm hanging out with a bunch of crack-sniffing loonies, seeing how you sucked up to her that badly" Bmao replies, turning back to his Metal of Honor online game.
"Why don't you stick around for awhile, after this round is over, I'll see what I can do for ya" Bmao says with a devious grin on his face. You notice these guys called Germans; whom remind you eerily of the Mylandians, especially that Hitler fellow.
Once the round is over, Bmao exits the program and lounges indolently in his swivel chair. You begin to open your mouth to voice your request, but God beats you to it. "I know what you must be thinkin Gil, you want me to go destroy the Mylandians" he says, laughing.
You nod quietly, "Damnit Bmao, you're still good at reading thoughts"
"Well, yeah!! Because I create them!!" he replies.
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