Our new home is… adequate, for now. I cannot say that I dislike it, it is a large and beautiful palace and we still have with us much of our wealth. However, I still feel odd; maybe it's standing in the air that these lowly humans breathe, their vile stench is penetrating the air I walk in, it's almost unbearable. I should talk to father about getting that fixed: maybe we can kill all the humans near here and wait for their filthy aroma to dissipate.
I climb my way onto the top of the gold pile. 'What a nice view. But I don't feel like watching the palace walls anymore. I want something to eat.' I slide down on the gold pile. 'It's time we got new slaves; I can't be expected to do such menial work, it'd be much too degrading for someone of my status.'
Father seems to find my request amusing. He mutters something about teaching me something, I just chalk it up as another one of his senile utterances.
I'm growing impatient, it's been 2 whole days now and we still haven't gotten any new slaves. Those petty humans should be crawling towards our doorstep, groveling at our feet, begging us to give their pathetic lives some meaning, begging us to command them. But no, no one has shown up… why?
Father said we'll be heading out to the market today. 'Finally! Maybe father and mother were too busy adjusting to this new house and didn't really have the time to go look for new servants. I'll have to tell father that he should inform me of these things.' I click my tongue in annoyance but pay it no further heed.
This… this can't be right. What are these people doing? They're not bowing! WHY AREN'T THEY BOWING?!
'These maggots! These filthy mongrels! Do they not know that a god is standing before them?! How dare they continue walking and chatting amongst themselves as if their lives actually meant something?! How dare they act as if they were my equals?!'
I reach out to my side but quickly remember that I no longer have my gun; father took it away, saying something about kids shouldn't be carrying guns or other such moronic platitudes. 'Father, where is my gun?!' I yell out to him – does it matter that I shout randomly in the middle of the street? No! I am a god and I can do whatever I want!
These peasants are now staring at me. Yes, remember who's standing before you, you filthy cockroaches.
They're still not bowing. What is this? Are they seriously this stupid? Can they not recognize a deity even when they gaze directly at one? Even these cretins can't be that dull. Maybe they need to be reminded of who they're dealing with…
"DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"
"Doffy, no!"
"I AM A CELESTIAL DRAGON!"