Digger's eyes widened. What was going on? His brain felt like it had just turned to a muddy slush. Like he'd smoked and drank one too many beers all at once. It wasn't a high though, it was just kind of strange. He laughed at the girl. "A god? Really," he waved off her silliness. "A god that has a flappy gut. It says hi by the way." He snorted, taking one last swig of his beer and crumpled the can.
"You are no way shape or form fat. Why do all girls think they're fat? Your legs are toothpicks."