Damn it.
You're making this a real pain to deal with. I want to refuse this job, but you've really given me no choice on the matter. Fine. I'll accept your proposal, but you'd better let me do things my way.
Got it?
[Pause.]
'The fate of all the residence rests in your hands'. Why on earth would you assign some random guy with this task? Couldn't you come up with something better?
Maybe you could have found some alternative way of solving things. Have you checked everything thoroughly? Are you absolutely positive that sending pieces to your world would be the only way of getting things accomplished? If you haven't done that much, then you're being too one sided.
This reasoning is too shallow...and you call yourselves Gods
. You're forgetting the heart. Don't forget it. Remember it if you want to to be the next Wright.
Paint this world with as many rainbows as you damn well please
, but I will not allow you to involve innocent people anymore. People have their own truths and they shouldn't be exposed. You Gods don't have the right to expose that truth. Remember it.
[He's extremely dissatisfied with this turn of events, but there's something more important lingering on his mind right now.] ...
I have a date with Diana when I get back. If I take too long with this task she might scratch at the furniture and curtains. When you own a cat for so long you learn to pick up on their habits.
My name is Willard H. Wright of the Odin House.
Tell me everything you know about this world.