We've known each other for minutes, you are not going to know my limits.
Let's take a deep breath and relax.
Well who knows, you may crack under pressure.
Still want me? Remember rye bread.
...And gods live for millennia if they have enough worshipers.
It's been minutes, feels like days.
Imagine how long it'll feel if your Gods accept me and I live here...
Please lets not get back onto this topic, how about we talk about the people you have let down.
The fact that you ever enjoyed rye breads says a lot about you.
Please don't remind d me, I will never be able to enjoy rye again.
Letting people down implies I give them any semblance of hope that I'll inspire or assist them, and I've never done that or intend to.
So what I see is what I get, right..
Look at you, you’re catching on, I am disapponting you, and you are learning all about that disappointment, we both get to live up to our Godly titles.
Well the only thing you have learned today as the gof of learning is to set your expectations for me remarkably low.
Yeah, but wait, that sounds hopeful in a backhaded kind of way...
In this final scene, I just want to use physical action to convey comedy, I just want him to be muttering to himself and banging his head against the lectern. I also want this to be the first change in Jara's facial appearance from apathy to curiosity as the lectern appears from nowhere.