[Well, that's not an entirely inaccurate assessment, it must be said... It just so happens that when he speaks of being a god, he's telling the truth. A de-powered, lost god, but one nevertheless. Tough customer here, though. He gets the feeling that without some grand proof, Whelk isn't about to buy his story.

So he just paces along with him, arms folding across his chest.]

If I were to make a guess, another damn dream world. This is my second time in one! The whole 'taken from your home without permission' shtick is getting a little old at this point.