Mm. Good question. I'm a lowly human who God doesn't love. Maybe you could say that I'm just one sick son of a bitch.

[He reaches up to wipe away his tears, still cascading down. He ignores the weird feelings that come with it. Its easy for him, because that's all he does.]

Anyways, see ya. Thanks for the candy. [And a little cheerful salute of a wave.] Come talk to me when you're all sorted out and you've got your head back on your shoulders, Mister Treasure.

[Just like that, he's turning on his toes and leaving, bye!! Have fun with your human body!!]