He didn't like this. He didn't like many things, most of all being forced to do things that he didn't want to do. Now he was trapped sitting next to filthy humans, listening to filthy humans speak to others of their filthy race. Most of the things though that he was one of them when they laid eyes upon them, but they couldn't be more wrong. He had never crafted an intimate relationship with any humans, not even those who claimed to be a part of his own family. He had always questioned this, thinking that it was some shortcoming of his own, but it was soon in his glorious life that he had stumbled upon the truth. It was during high school. He had always detested the educational, for it was a direct insult to his own capabilities; never once had he, neither in kindergarten nor college, actually tried in any of his classes, and never had he gotten less than an A, even when placed in the most advanced classes possible. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise when, for an english project, he stumbled upon the definition for the word divine: of, from, or like God or a god. He examined the evidence after this realization and smacked himself hard in the head for not having made the connection earlier. It was a completely reasonable conclusion: he was God. It was simple as that.

The first piece of evidence to support this claim was that he had always been unnaturally more intelligent than everyone around him. The second was that he was able to read minds. He heard them, always. Whispers that seemed to scratch at his consciousness like demons clawing at the flayed backs of tortured souls in Hell. It really was very unpleasant, listening to their asinine speech every second of every day. They kept him awake at night and made it hard for him to focus, but he carried on. This was a power which he, as a being above that of a normal man, had been granted, so he couldn't complain. God's didn't whine. They made others do that. In fact, that was his favorite pastime. He had discovered it when, at the young age of seventeen, when his father brought home a shining new puppy with shining golden fur and glowing blue eyes. The inferior things refused to ever come close to him, but it instead chose to spend all of its time with his sister instead. It was the greatest insult which could be levied against a supreme being, to favor some lesser creature instead of him. So he stole away the dog one day when no one else was at home and took it into the woods with him. His father, or at least the nasty thing which claimed to have participated in creating him, had being doing work on the garage, so he took a brick with him too. The puppy made all sorts of sounds, mostly whines, but there were a fair number of cracks along the way with a good amount of wet, sloppy splats at the end. He played the brick game for the rest of the year, on just about every animal he could find, and not a single time was he or the aftermath of his excursions discovered.