Pest:Hello, Michael. I am sure you have no knowledge of me, but we shall forgive that. For, right now, we shall discuss something important. You once proclaimed a disdain for the human race, and a desire for us all to die. I am a lot of things, human among them, so why not step into the ring with the worst of humanity? Prove your superiority over the God of Emptiness?

The God of what now?

Pest:I believe I was not addressing you.

Now you know how everyone else feels when you have on so many occasions felt the need to involve yourself where you were not welcome.

Pest:I feel as if you are mistaking me. Perhaps you should please enlighten yourself about affairs before speaking.

I feel as though there are many on this roster who would gladly point out all the times in which you have invited yourself into a situation you need not be.

Perhaps you should drop the act. God's, True God's need not lie.

Pest:No lie. Any situation I injected myself into, there was a purpose. The purpose was usually John Madison's amusement and funds.

So then perhaps you truly are a God for Rent.

Pest:Paying tithes.

And spreading lies.