"Oh, Lord Ganesh, you don't mean that, do you?"

"I do, I really, REALLY do at this point: screw them all!"

"(shocked) Blasphemy!"

"We're the fucking gods, we're the ones that decide what is and what isn't blasphemy! And if you want to know what I think, I'll tell you, brother. I think that mortals aren't worth jack. If they're so offended they can come up here and fight me, I'll be waiting."

"For you to be fought, you must first be alive, and to be alive you need someone to pray to you! Should you not respect your followers, Ganesh?"

"Perhaps I should, but I personally can't. Call me a bad god for saying these words all you want, but I stand for what I say! Let those lumbering sacks of shit throw tomatoes at my vimana, I don't expect them to do anything else. They're savages, they're ants, they're NOTHING and they aim towards the void. We only show sympathy for them because everyone knows how easily we could get them all killed. We've done it plenty of times before and we will do it again because that is our nature, the nature all divine rulers should be following. As for the nature of a mortal? Their lives and goals are far too simple and primal to deserve my respect."

"Don't tell me you're a misanthrope, Ganesh!"

"Whatever that is, sure, go apeshit on calling me names... You can become one of the pawns that live below us for all I care."