A Talk With Gods

"Have you regretted your decision yet, Philemon?" Nyarlathotep roared out drunkenly.

"I do, honestly," Philemon sighed, slamming his head on the wooden bar table. "Thy was an idiot."

"You were."

"And I regret it."

"You sure will."

"Why did I give such power to a human, only for the human to use it for sexual purposes?"

"Humans would always use power to fuck other humans, it is in their very simple ape-minded nature to do such a feat."

"What should I do, Nyarlathotep?"

"You're asking me?" Nyarlathotep laughed a hearty laugh. "Resign to your fate and the truth that you gave a literal fucking machine to a hormonal teen."

Groaning, Philemon chugged another litre of beer down his godly gullet. "Let's just hope he doesn't find out about it's other uses."

"Yeah, we'd be fucked. Literally."