4chan shrugged, listening rather closely to the other god. He could almost say he liked this, talking to someone who really did have something to say about everything. He popped another chocolatey stick into his mouth, and seemed to consider his ice cubes as he thought for a moment. Still, the urge to act out nagged at him like it would a small child. Still, he washed the pocky down with another swig of sugary sweet drink product, and smiled, this time with less of a Cheshire toothiness. He licked his lips clean before he spoke, and started to look around for something.
"Portal got boring once everyone started talking about it." he said, peeking around. "Once people start posting 'The Cake is a Lie' on their Facebook pages- it's over for me." he explained.
"And, I'm not really by myself..." he was sitting up by now, on his knees, and sort of twisting so he was facing the back of the couch, in order to peer over it. "I have Anonymous." he said. "And Asbestos."
He was now properly positioned in a way that had him basically bent over the back of the couch, butt in the air, as he reached for something just a little out of view. But, with a grin, he came back up, and settled down, this time holding a large, white, purring cat in his arms, which promptly nuzzled his chin.
"You're not allergic or anything?" he asked, the ball of fluff happy to settle into his lap- looking something like the most harmless super villain ever conceived.